Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Devi needed to make something clear. “I’m not joking, Lucy. Her heart stopped both times Huisman got his hands on her. The second time she walked into it knowing what he would do because his lackey was threatening me and Cooper’s mom. She knew she was going to likely die and did it anyway. I can’t allow it to happen again.”
“Well, then it’s good she didn’t go to the station.” Lucy’s eyes were back on the screen. “You should do what she told you and grab your bags. Pick up mine if you can. It’s got everything except makeup, and I’ll buy more. We need to get to London. If our fathers can’t help Zach, then perhaps Damon Knight can.”
Kala walked back into the room, her phone against her ear. “What are you saying, babe? You’re cutting out. Damn it.” She sent Devi a glare. “Hey, I was not kidding. I know you’re scared but grab the bags.”
She nodded and turned to the back, rushing to grab the bags. She got Kala’s backpack and the canvas pack Lucy used. It was slightly open, and she could see guns and knives and some cash. She settled the cover and hefted it over her shoulder and moved to her own room. The one she’d shared with Zach.
Her heart ached. They hadn’t made the bed yet. It hadn’t seemed important since she’d spent as much time as she could wrapped around him. Before they’d been called to breakfast and his briefing concerning the day’s mission, she’d been on her back with Zach on top of her, fucking her like a man possessed. Then he’d flipped her over, played with her ass and fucked her again. Then he’d fucked her in the shower before spending time washing every inch of her skin and shampooing her hair. She could still feel his strong fingers rubbing over her scalp. For a man who hadn’t known a lot of tenderness, he reveled in it.
He couldn’t go to jail.
He could die in jail. He could get hurt. Anything could happen, and she wouldn’t allow it. He was hers.
She took a long breath. It was going to be okay. Her uncle had this, and Zach was a professional. He would get out and meet them in London. He would want her to follow Kala’s orders now. He would not want her to rush down to the train station to try to save him. No. That would result in a not-fun spanking, and despite the fact that he’d called what happened this morning disciplinary, she suspected the next one would be a doozy.
Calm. She was a spy’s fiancé, and this was the gig. Like how he would have to learn to ignore the multitudinous bolts of fabric that would sit around their apartment because she couldn’t resist and someday might need that lilac-colored jersey knit she found for half off.
The floor beneath her shook, and she heard a booming sound in the distance.
What the hell? She pulled her pack over her shoulders and grabbed the other two and rushed back into the living room. Kala and Lucy were in the kitchen, and Lucy suddenly looked like she gave a damn.
“That came from the north,” Lucy said.
Kala nodded. “The train station is a couple of miles north. I think we can safely say Huisman is no longer playing. That’s a declaration of war. We have to move. I’ll run a magnet over the computer in the office and send out a text to let Tris and Kenz know to run. Shit.”
It took a moment for Devi’s eyes to register the small hole in Kala’s torso. It was on her left side, right above her hip, and blood bloomed.
She hadn’t even heard the window above shattering. When she’d first walked in, Lucy had explained the lower windows were all bullet resistant, but the picture windows that let light in were normal in case they needed a way out. Someone found a sniper position and took advantage.
Lucy cursed as Kala stumbled and fell, her head striking the island. She slumped to the floor, still bleeding.
“Damn it. Throw me my bag,” Lucy shouted. “Do not walk across the floor. He’s got a shot at anyone in the living room. Stay where you are.”
Devi nodded and tossed the bag across the room. It landed near her cousin’s body. “Is she okay?”
“I don’t know.” Lucy grabbed her bag. “I need to get you out of here.”
She felt another shaking and one more boom from several blocks north. It could be something else.
But deep down she knew they were caught and someone was about to come through that door. “Can you stabilize her?”
“She’s unconscious because she hit her head. The bullet is pretty much in the best possible place. Lower left quad is where you want to get shot if you have to. Yes, I could stabilize her, but I have to get you out.”