Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I don’t explain as I shove past him into the hallway with my weapons. “You’re driving.”
We both walk to the garage and climb into the SUV. He figures out my plan the second I tell him the address.
“There’s nothing there. Why bother?”
I stack the olive-green grenades in a small tower on my lap, arranging them so they aren’t likely to topple off my thighs. “Did I ask your goddamn opinion? No. Fucking drive, or I’ll take myself.”
His knuckles go white on the steering wheel, and he speeds us out of the garage onto the deserted streets. With sunrise close, we’ll have to be quick on this little errand. The closer we get to the house, the easier I feel about this decision. It’s what I need. Valentina will agree when she learns what I’ve done. From the memories she’s shared, nothing there is worth keeping.
Kai pulls up to the gate and punches in the code to open it. The house is dark when we pull up to the front door.
Without bothering to knock, I walk right in. It figures a man like Novak would leave it unlocked. He always believed himself untouchable. I chuckle. And fucking look at him now.
Kai dogs my heels, his jaw tight as he scans the halls for any sign of threat. “We’ll have to do this quick. I want to be gone before a nosy neighbor makes the first police call. When we get back to the penthouse, I’ll call my contact and have them brush it under the rug.” Despite his put-out tone, he opens his hand for one of my grenades.
I slide one across his palm and scan the area for a good place to drop it. An RPG was probably the safer choice for this task. But I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure of carefully obliterating the last remnants of my enemy’s life. Of standing in his home, on his property, and fucking ripping it apart.
The sound of a blast reaches me before the building shakes under my feet.
Shit. Kai wasn’t joking about doing this quickly.
I take one look at the kitchen, pull the pin on the grenade, and roll it toward the huge range on the far end. That should take care of things.
I race out of there fast, meeting Kai in the hall near the foyer. With the last grenade, I pop the pin and toss it as far down the long hall as I can. Then we both turn and race to the car.
The explosions blast us hard and send the car rocking. Kai rushes to the bottom of the driveway to the still open gate.
“Stop by the end of the driveway. I want to watch the entire thing fall in on itself.”
He huffs but does as I order. We watch together as fire licks out the windows, blackening the exterior, tearing at the roof.
The fire department is no doubt already en route. The police too. “Let’s go.”
“Home?”
I shake my head. “Just drive for a while. I can’t return to the penthouse yet.”
“You realize the council will be even more up our asses now. This paints an even bigger target on your back.”
What else is new? The council has wanted to unseat me from my father’s throne since the day I took it. If they weren’t scheming or trying to murder me, well, I don’t know what I’d do with my life.
Freedom from their tyranny is a fantasy I can’t afford to indulge in. Especially with Valentina, who has become my biggest vulnerability.
We drive around town as the sun rises. I yawn and lean my head against the window. Not to sleep but to rest. This entire night has felt like it would never end. Now that it has, I don’t feel better. Destroying Novak’s house satisfied me in some ways but not enough in others.
“Home now?” Kai asks as we weave through the morning traffic.
I picture Val, asleep in our bed, her peach limbs splayed across the sheets, her riot of curls decorating my pillows. Even with that image, the rage burns a path inside my gut. I can’t go back until I quench this fire. “No, we can’t go back there yet. I need more time to get my head on straight so I don’t punish her in ways that might ruin us completely. Just keep driving. Or take me somewhere to distract me. Something.”
He doesn’t ask questions, only keeps his eyes on the road and drives. His ability to know when to speak and when to shut up is always something I’ve admired about him.
I scrub my hand around the stubble on my jaw and then up through the mess of my hair. With a few swipes of my fingers, I set it in some kind of order. My knuckles are still bloody and broken from the fight with Kai and my rampage around my room.