Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“I can cover myself, Cain,” she says, glaring at me, but I know she’s really mad we have to cut this shorter than we hoped.
“I know you can but do not try me now, woman.” She’d better not fight me on this.
Violet’s a force to be reckoned with, but so am I.
We walk out the front door where a ride’s waiting for us, brought here by my team. Someone watches in the distance. This whole operation’s gone to shit. I peer over the hood of the car to see who it is, but only see a flash of green before that’s gone. Jesus.
We get into the car and head back to my place, but it isn’t safe anymore.
“Dammit,” I swear under my breath. “We need to get you somewhere safe.”
“Your house is Fort goddamn Knox,” she says, scowling.
“Not if we’re followed by a sniper.”
She shrugs. “Then lose them.”
“That easy? Just lose them?”
She nods. “Yeah. We won’t be any safer anywhere else.”
I know she’s right, I just hate taking chances. Just the same, I nod. She has a point.
“Fine. We’ll go home. You’re right, I’ve got more resources there than anywhere else, but first I need to make sure we aren’t followed.”
“Naturally. I’ll make sure, too. Let me drive, and you can do surveillance.”
If I could drive and do surveillance at the same time, I would. I curse under my breath, making her grin. She knows I don’t give up the driver’s seat lightly.
“You just saw me torture a man, and now you’re damn near grinning? God, you need a spanking so fucking bad.” I slam the door as I reluctantly take the passenger seat.
That only makes her grin widen.
“You’re just so cute when you go all alpha.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“I know, it’s what you love best about me.”
“Wouldn’t say best, but it’s up there.”
She giggles like a little girl, a rarity for my Violet. I take one second, just one second, and yank her over to me so I can plant a kiss on her forehead, before I shove her back in the driver’s seat.
“If we get into a car chase, I will never forgive you for making me do this,” I say with a growl.
She shakes her head. “Aw, baby, you do say the sweetest things.”
“Buckle up,” I grumble.
She’s already snapping her belt.
I see no signs of anyone following us at all. Whoever it was took off in the green car. Fucking wimp. Pussy. Who takes off like that?
We’re heading back as I watch the road.
“No one’s tailing us, Cain, I’d have seen them.”
I nod, while I run my hand under the seats and visors of the car. “I don’t see anyone either. However…” my fingers clasp around something secured to one of the visors. I yank it down and lay it in my hand.
She looks over out of the corner of her eye and whistles. “So even this is tracked, eh? Did you have the car we drove in checked?”
“With what time, babe? We literally just left.”
“Bet my left boob that thing’s got a tracker then.”
“Your left boob? Jesus.”
“Guys say left nut, what’s a girl supposed to say?”
“Nothing. You say nothing.”
She glances out the window, and the smile fades from her face. “Something bothered me about what he said during your questioning, Cain.” I don’t know why the tone of her voice sends alarm bells clanging in my mind. It’s like a warning bell, like the wailing of a siren before a storm. I shake my head, willing myself to stop acting like a pussy.
“What?”
She frowns, and hits the gas, her speed creeping up as she heads onto the highway.
“Babe, watch the speed.”
“We have to get back to the house.”
I stare at the mirror to see if we’re being tailed. Still, nothing. “Doesn’t do us any good if we arrive in body bags.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Slow down, or I’ll make you pull this car over.”
She glares at me and punches the gas again. Oh, this woman is in so much goddamn trouble. Before I can respond, something catches my attention in the rearview mirror. A flash of green.
“Keep it steady, Vi. Someone’s behind us.”
I flip the switch on the side of the seat so it reclines, fold the headrest back, and kneel, gun in hand. I don’t care if anyone sees us. I don’t care about fucking anything but making sure we get home safe and sound.
Hardly any cars are with us on the road, but Violet zooms past every one of them. I’m not telling her to slow down now.
I kneel on the folded-down seat, gun in hand, my eyes on the target. If this is anyone of importance…
The green is gone. I wonder for a second if it was only my imagination, when a flash of green appears a second time.
“Come at me, bro,” I whisper. Violet’s peal of laughter makes me smile. God, I love this woman. She just watched me interrogate an old man, almost kill another, and now I’ve got a gun trained on someone following us, ready to pull the trigger. And she makes jokes about her left boob and laughs.