Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“That is the truth,” he says as he lifts his hands, showing me his smooth palms. “I’m answering everything you’re asking me.”
“Fine, then why did you go on a mass killing spree up there? That’s not very elementary school principalish.”
Those beautiful green eyes drop to the sand between us as he sighs. “The Brambilla Family killed my father.”
The gun lowers as a heaviness hits my chest. “What? Really?”
He looks at me with sadness in his eyes and nods. My heart goes out to him. He looks like he’s reliving it all over again and it makes me want to drop the gun, run to him, and give him a warm hug.
Geez, get a grip, Molly! Psychopath, remember?! He could be making anything up!
I squeeze the gun and raise it back on him.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I say with a sharp edge to my voice.
His eyes widen as he looks over my shoulder. “Is that a boat?”
A boat?
I turn around with a gasp, but there’s nothing there.
Before my mind clues in that it’s a simple trick, he leaps forward, grabs the gun from my hand, and holds it out of my reach.
Damn it! Crafty little psychopath…
“I’m telling the truth.”
My mouth drops as he throws the gun, launching it into the ocean. It disappears with a splash.
I turn back to him in shock.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Molly. I’m on your side.”
Maybe I’m starting to believe him a little…
“My name is Blake and I was avenging my father’s death. Okay? Now, can we check out this island and try to find some food? I’m starving.”
I watch in shock as he marches up the beach and disappears into the jungle.
What do I do now? Oh shit…
“Wait up, Blake!” I holler as I grab his jacket, throw it on, and then run up the hot sand after him. “I’m coming!”
Chapter Four
Blake
The forceful thumping of my heart vibrates through my chest as I watch this gorgeous girl running toward me.
My jacket is draped over her stunning figure as those long legs shimmer in the tropical sun. Her feet kick up the perfect white sand as the palm trees sway over her head, dancing in the warm breeze.
I’m already in love with her. I have been since the first moment I saw her on the plane, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. My heart gave out then just like it’s giving out now.
Her brown hair looks even darker now that it’s wet. It bounces as she runs. I keep picturing myself sinking my hands into her thick wavy locks as I thrust deep inside her. I picture those plump full lips parting as a heavy moan spills out of her mouth. Her pussy tightening around me, the heat, the softness… Fuck, I need this girl…
“We might as well stay together,” she says when she arrives. “You’re not a survival expert by any chance are you?”
I shake my head as I smile at her. “I survive the kids at my school. Does that count?”
She thinks about it for a moment and then nods. “I guess that’s better than nothing.”
It’s hard to look away from her face. I’m so captivated by her. I feel like an art lover who finally made it to Paris and is staring at the greatest works of art for the first time overcome with awe. She’s stunning. She’s perfect.
The slope of her nose, the way she twists her hair around her finger when she’s nervous, the little grins, but her smile is what captivates me the most. I want to spend the rest of my life teasing smiles out of her.
I almost called off the assassination when I saw her in the plane. I wanted to. I didn’t want to risk anything happening to her, but it took years of waiting to get to Salvatore Brambilla and his crew. I knew it was then or never, so I decided to go through with it, but I was so careful to keep her safe. It was my top priority.
It still is. My girl is still in danger. Not from a mobster or a stray bullet anymore, but from this island; from starvation, dehydration, from never being able to leave. I’ll get this girl off this island if it’s the last thing I do.
“Let’s go explore,” I say as I look around the jungle. I hope there’s food. I couldn’t bear to watch this youthful beauty waste away in front of me. It would kill me.
We walk through the lush jungle paradise and the worry of having no food disappears pretty quickly. Fat ripe fruit the size of footballs hang from trees every few yards. There’s so much diversity of flora and fauna. The trees tower up as we walk in deeper, providing a canopy over our heads that filters the sun. The air is heavy with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and wet earth.