Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I’ll let you know if we get any info worth sharing,” he says before disconnecting the call.
“Hey, Sweet Girl,” I say instead of hello.
“Hi,” she says breathily into the phone.
“What’s up?” I ask, still keeping my eyes on the front door.
“Nothing really, just wanted to hear your voice.”
I miss you, too, baby.
“What are you doing?” she asks softly.
“Sitting in the car, watching a door,” I tell her with no enthusiasm. I couldn’t muster any if I tried.
“Sounds boring,” she responds.
“It is. But it’s better now that I can talk to you.” I hear her sigh at my confession.
“I had a dream about you last night,” she says after a short silence.
My dick hardens, even without knowing what direction her dream went. I think she could tell me that I was hanging pictures on the wall, and I’d still get hard listening to her describe it.
Before she can get to describing the details of the dream, Bryan calls.
“Sweet Girl, I hate to not hear about your dream, but I have to go. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Bye, Kid.” She sounds disappointed, and I know I am also, but work is work.
“What’s up?” I ask answering Bryan’s call.
“I’m going to stay here, but there is a navy blue Tahoe heading out from back here with two guys in it. Think you can follow them and see where they go?”
“Sure thing. I’ll text you when they stop and let you know what’s going on.”
I disconnect the call and pull around until I’m a few car lengths away from the Tahoe. It’s not long before they pull over in an even seedier part of town. Both of the guys in the SUV get out and head down the alley. I drive down a block and turn around, parking my car on the opposite side of the street. I see them talking to some guy who’s dressed nicer than a bum even though he’s sitting on an old piece of cardboard in the dank alleyway.
I pull out my phone and hit record. I can’t help but wince when I see them kick the shit out of the dude and search his pockets. I’m not even certain the guy is breathing once they walk away and get back into their SUV. Knowing my cell phone can’t be traced, I call 911 and give them the location of the guy. If he dies, I have proof of who did him in. Clearly, these guys are much more violent that I’d originally expected. I don’t know why I thought any different. They did abduct a girl from halfway across the United States over a gambling debt. I’m even more uneasy with Bryan going in alone and blind. I pray Shadow gets some info, so we have a better understanding of what we’re dealing with.
***
“Vinnie!” I hear Bryan say into his phone after answering it.
We’re in this shitty hotel room for the second night, and I’m certain I have contracted scabies. I mean it’s not the worst place I’ve slept in, but it is ranked in at least the top ten nastiest places I’ve been forced to lay my head down. I know with this phone call, we are close to the culmination of the trip.
I don’t know what Shadow’s plan for me is after the SINdicate’s thugs make contact with Bryan, but I imagine I’ll stay on in Vegas and work to keep an eye on them.
Bryan continues his conversation, playing the ‘down on his luck’ asshole, but smiles from ear to ear when he hangs up the phone.
“Pretty sure this shit is going down tonight.” The look in his eye is nothing short of maniacal, and at this point, I’m seriously questioning his sanity.
“All of this for one girl?” I ask just to annoy him.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You saying you wouldn’t do the same thing for Khloe?”
I grin back at him. “I’d lay down my life for that girl.”
“So we’re on the same page then, huh?”
***
Even anticipating the storm of SINdicate thugs, the noise from the door getting kicked in is startling. I’m lying on the toddler sized bed staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the shit storm to arrive.
I jump up, fighting all of my training, and swing and miss the guy coming after me. I frown and let him wrap his arms around me while I pretend to struggle. I could snap this guy’s neck in a second flat if that were the game plan. Honestly, I’m having a hard time not doing just that, especially since he’s talking all kinds of shit in my ear.
“You fucking weak ass pussy. Can’t do shit can you? Your boy’s about to get his ass beat.”
I cringe when I see Bryan pull his leg back and kick the guy coming at him in the nuts. Even watching an enemy get kicked still makes me swallow roughly, knowing what that shit feels like demands the reaction.