Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I blow out a deep breath, resting my hands on the hood of my car. “Fuck.”
“Unless you take it instead, but you have to go through with it. I don’t know what kind of strange shit her ex had going on, but he was thorough. She will die on that day.” He hands me a black envelope.
I take it, opening it wide. “How do I know it won’t go to someone else? How do they know that I do it?”
“Blood.” He smiles widely at me.
“I can’t go to the fucking clubhouse bleeding. Wicked has the nose of a fucking sniffer dog.”
“A prick…” Mik rolls his eyes, handing me a needle. I prick my thumb and press it onto another piece of paper that Mik is holding, sliding below the thumbprint. “It’s a one-million-dollar job. A lot of people want it.”
“Well, they can’t now!” I snap, tucking the envelope into my jacket.
“Correct.” Mik’s eyes come to mine before he rounds his car and leans on his open door. “Try to make it believable. No fucking leg or arm shots.” He fires up his car and skids out of the parking lot.
“You okay?” Juno asks, opening the back seat for me as I slide inside.
“No.”
No, because I’m going to have to fulfill this hit without Wicked knowing while making it believable.
I open the envelope, reading over the date.
I’ll see you in twenty years, Meraki.