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 am.
I need to keep an eye on the situation so if anything goes wrong, I know exactly what to do and how to find her. But I’m hoping that with how fucking fast Victor is driving, we’ll be there sooner rather than later.
“Did she just…” Victor asks as my wife leans down and pulls the knife out of the man’s neck. She knows exactly what she’s doing. You should never pull the knife out of someone’s neck because the bleeding will increase, and I’m sure she knows that.
“I don’t even have on my killing heels,” she grumbles as she wipes the knife on her shirt and shakes her head. The other guy, who has had his back to me the whole time, turns slightly, and I get a glimpse of his face. I recognize him from years ago. Soren met with him because he’d wanted to join the Forsaken.
He was almost in until he fucked up.
So this must be payback.
Soren doesn’t recruit often, but when he does, he runs it through me to do a background check. Barry is the guy’s name, and while he pretended to be a businessman, it seems he lived off a trust fund and liked to do things the Forsaken wouldn’t approve of, which is almost unheard of considering the things we do. Which means what he was doing was worse than you can imagine. He found out about us because his grandfather was once a member. Usually that’s an automatic in with the society, but not always.
“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, and I’ll take great joy in killing you,” he says as he stalks toward her.
She steps around the guy who’s bleeding out on the floor until I can see her fully. Barry raises the knife in his hand, and she gives him her best smile as he brings the blade down toward her. She moves lightning fast, the blade just missing her, and then, just as he rears back to stab at her again, she kicks him in the balls.
He instantly drops the knife and clutches his possibly broken cock before falling to his knees. Maven bends down toward him, and it looks like she whispers something in his ear before she picks up his knife and thrusts it into his neck. She steps back, wiping her hands on her shirt, and watches him as he slumps to the floor.
She approaches the camera, applauding herself before blowing a kiss toward the device, where she assumes I’m watching.
“See you soon, husband. Don’t expect me to clean up this mess. You know it’s below my pay grade. Now I need to shower and fix my hair.” She brushes her hand over her blue locks as she saunters away.
“Do you really think you can deal with that? What if she stabs you one night while you’re sleeping? That woman’s more than a little crazy,” Victor says, but I can tell by his tone that he’s impressed by my wife.
“I can handle her,” I reply, smiling at the thought of her. “You can handle the bodies?”
“Yes. I have contacts here. I can take them somewhere and play with them.” I don’t bother asking what he means by “play with them” because I already know, and I don’t need the visual entering my fucking head.
A few minutes later, we’re pulling into my driveway. I jump out of the car and rush to the front door, Victor close behind me. We enter the house, and he stops at the bodies. I glance at them briefly, noting their positions, before going straight to our bedroom to find her in the shower. Blue dye runs down the drain as she scrubs her hair. Her ass is pure perfection as she stands there wet and naked.
“Did you bring me a milkshake?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh. “What? I thought we were going to try it.” Her gaze lowers to my crotch, and before I can think better of it, I’m naked and stepping in behind her.
“Another day,” I whisper, kissing her.
THIRTY-SEVEN
MAVEN
I can honestly say I’m not someone who’s easily shaken.
I’ve learned when to control myself and when to let my anger loose.
He picks me up and pins me against the shower wall, then spears his fingers through my blue hair. I feel his cock nudging at my entrance, and at this moment, I can honestly say I’ve completely forgotten about the two dead bodies in the living room.
“You are such a fucking badass,” he whispers in my ear as he slides into me. I gasp when he bottoms out and then just holds himself still inside me. His hand brushes away my hair as I stare at him.
“I know. Thanks for acknowledging it.” I smirk at him. “Maybe this marriage can work. If you continue to stroke my ego, that is.”