Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“For laying fucking hands on her.”
When the last body falls, the blood puddling like oil around their boots, his phone rings.
He meets my gaze and holds up a single finger—silent, commanding. I sit back against the wall, my knees giving out. My breath catches in my throat, swallowing a scream.
Then he answers. “Yes.”
A voice snarls on the other end. Irish. Raw. Angry.
“What happened?”
“Bad intel,” he replies smoothly. “Handful of Russians here. I couldn’t hold them back.” His voice is thick with emotion, taut. “They’re dead, boss. All of them. All our men. All who attacked.”
The voice of the man on the line is shaking with rage and grief. It’s real—his voice cracking under the weight of what just happened.
“Any survivors? Any witnesses? Anyone see what you did?”
“No.”
He stares at me, and I hold his gaze as the voice carries on, relentless.
“Anyone feckin' alive?”
Me, I’m alive, and if his boss finds out I’m here, I’m dead.
His eyes lock onto mine, beautiful and devastating.
He crouches in front of me. Brushes his thumb across my cheek. He raises the phone to his mouth, and he answers with the finality of a guillotine.
“No. None.”
THE END