Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes. Seriously, why do men always think they have the upper hand when it comes to a woman? One hit to their balls, and they’re usually crying like a little a bitch.
My phone starts ringing and we all freeze.
“Don’t answer that. Hand the phone over, and let’s go. We have places we need to be. We’d prefer you to be conscious for the trip, but we’ll knock you out if we have to.” He shrugs, as if he really doesn’t care either way.
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. You see, I was about to make myself something to eat before you rudely interrupted me,” I say, smiling brightly. The camera light continues to flash, and I know someone is watching. My guess is Boston, unless someone else has access to his cameras. “I’m quite hungry,” I add, making sure to keep the hand that is holding the knife hidden below the counter.
“We don’t fucking care.”
“But I get hangry when I don’t eat, and trust me, you don’t want me hangry.”
“Fucking hell. Just take her and shut her up already,” the shorter one says. The other starts to make his way toward me, and I stop him by holding up my hand that isn’t clutching the knife.
“Can I just eat first? I promise, if you let me eat, I’ll be on my best behavior.” I give him my best puppy dog eyes. Well, I attempt it at least. The one closest to me looks back at the other guy, who I now realize is the one in charge.
“What are you doing? Stop letting her talk shit and take her.” He looks at his shiny gold watch with a green face and shakes his head. “We’re running behind,” he grumbles. “Move it, and shut her the fuck up.”
I hold up my other hand, showing them the knife. The one advancing toward me stops again. He glances at the knife, then back to me.
“Boys, boys… I was just trying to make food, as you can see.” I lift my chin to indicate the knife. “Why are we so hostile? Did you not get hugged enough as a kid?” I smile at them, my hand still up in the air.
“Let’s all have a calm chat. For one, I am not going anywhere with you. Two, you are both so stupid. Why would you choose to break into the home of a police detective?”
“We were sent to take you,” the angry one with the gold watch says.
“See, now we’re getting somewhere. I’m not the type of girl you can just take, though.” I arch a brow. “I’m a bit of a … what do you call it? Oh yes … bitch.” I grin.
“Or fucking crazy,” the one closest to me mutters.
“Yes, I guess I am. Thank you for that.”
“Cole, just fucking take the bitch,” the gold watch guy says, and my attention moves to Cole. He starts toward me again, and when his gaze slides from the knife in my hand to land on my face, I smile wider, knowing he just made a big mistake. I step back before he can reach me.
“I am terribly sorry, Cole, but you see, I have an issue with a man trying to touch me without my consent. We aren’t in the dark ages anymore.” He pauses. “We’re in a time when a woman can be trained to kill.” I tilt my head, and it’s then that he notices the other knives in my waistband. He glances back at his friend, and I use that opportunity to throw the knife directly into his neck, hitting the exact spot I aimed for. He lets out a sharp yelp, his hands going straight to where the blade is embedded in his flesh, but my focus has shifted to the man with the gold watch.
“Now, can I finish making my food, or do you want to try your hand at taking me?” I ask, smirking.
“You stupid fucking bitch,” he growls, and makes his way toward me.
Silly man.
He should have let me eat.
THIRTY-SIX
BOSTON
Victor is driving as fast as he can back to my house. I had to go out of town to collect our victim for the hunt, and I knew I’d need backup for this one. Not only was the guy I was going after part of a motorcycle club, but I knew he never traveled alone. So I needed Victor to help get him on his own or at least distract others while I did. We didn’t even make it all the way there before I told him to turn around.
“Fuck!” I shout, transfixed on her image as I clutch my phone.
“Your wife is a badass,” Victor says, which momentarily draws my gaze to him.
He’s not wrong, she’s a complete and total fucking badass. But I’m not impressed with how she’s handling herself. I’ve seen her in action before, and it’s probably the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, but I’ve never seen her take on two grown men and act like it’s something she does every day. She doesn’t seem to care that she’s outnumbered two to one. Though, she keeps glancing at the camera, as if she senses I’m watching her and trusts that I’m on my way.