Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Now,” Enzo growls.
Her eyes hold his. “I give you this, you give me him.”
Enzo grins, but nods.
Lying fuckin’ scumbag.
Chantelle hands the bag to him, and the moment he’s got it, she rushes over to me, her soft hands cupping my face. “What has he done to you?”
“I’m fine, babe,” I growl, my voice gruff.
I go to tell her he’s not planning on letting us go, when she turns around and says, “Untie him.”
Enzo finishes up counting, and then turns around, gun out, with a grin on his face. “Oh, you didn’t actually think I was going to let you go, did you?”
Chantelle stares at him, her eyes strong, her jaw tight.
Enzo laughs. “Poor, stupid girl. I’m not taking that risk. And after everything you and that fucking club has done to me, I deserve some revenge, don’t you think? Now sit the fuck down.”
Chantelle doesn’t move.
Why the fuck isn’t she moving?
“Sit down, Chantelle,” I growl, still trying to figure out a way out of this.
“I will blow your fuckin’ knee cap off, Chantelle. Now sit the fuck down.”
She doesn’t move.
He aims the gun at me, but his eyes stay on hers. “I will shoot him, piece by piece, until he’s screaming in agony. I’ll start with his leg, and move up little by little. Now fuckin’ sit down, right now.”
Chantelle stares at him, then looks to me and whispers, “Sorry, Boston. But you’ll thank me later.”
Only I can hear it, and for a second, I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. Until pain rips through my calf. I bellow, so fuckin’ loud, it echoes through the room. Burning hot fire, like nothing I’ve ever felt in my fuckin’ life. I roar and jerk forward, body trying to free itself. Enzo is watching me, bellowing something, and in all of it, I don’t see her move. Neither does he.
She reaches into her shirt, and she pulls out the little gun I gave her. She doesn’t hesitate, she aims and shoots at Enzo’s leg, dropping him to the ground. His gun skitters from his hands, and through my blind pain, I watch in fuckin’ awe at the girl I am falling for, taking down this man like she’s done it a thousand times.
Enzo’s pained roars fill the small room.
I grit my teeth.
Chantelle takes a step forward. “You didn’t honestly think I was that stupid, did you? You didn’t think I actually believed you’d let us go? You didn’t think I was going to come in here, and hand over my money, and let you run away? After everything you have done. I might look stupid, Enzo, but I’m so far from fucking stupid it isn’t funny.”
Fuck me.
I love her.
I fuckin’ love her.
“I know exactly what kind of man you are. You are the scum of this earth. You nearly cost my friend her life, but not only that, you hurt the man I love. And people in my club. And everyone else that matters to me. You’re nothing but a waste of oxygen. A big fucking waste of space. And I’m not about to let you hurt anyone else I love, ever again.”
Enzo looks up at her, panting. “You won’t fuckin’ do it, Chantelle. You’re just a weak ass little bitch. You won’t fucking kill me. You won’t live the rest of your life knowing you took a life.”
She grins at him, and fuck me, I need her. Right now.
“But you’re wrong. See, it’s your life, or it’s his,” she glances at me, and winks, “and that man,” she turns back to Enzo, “he’s everything. I’d lay down my life for his, and I’d suffer the pain of a thousand nightmares, to save him. So, if you think I don’t have it in me, you’re wrong. You’re very wrong.”
“You’ll spend the rest of your life a monster! You’ll never sleep without my face in your mind,” he spits at her, trembling in pain, and possibly fear.
She shrugs. “Perhaps. But it’s the kind of monster I can live with.”
Then she aims the gun perfectly at his heart, like she’s done it a thousand times. “Peace out, Enzo.”
Then she pulls the trigger.
She hits him perfectly, and he topples backwards, landing with a thump on the ground. The life slowly fades out of him, and I know, as does she, that he is gone. He’s fuckin’ gone, and she just saved my life. My strong, beautiful, brave girl. I didn’t know it before, I was so fuckin’ tangled in my own head, but seeing her now, standing there, protecting me, I don’t know how I didn’t see it so clearly before.
She’s fucking it.
She’s everything.
She’s mine.
She turns to me, and her eyes lock onto mine. “I guess we should get you out of here, big guy.”
I grin at her, even through my pain. “Fuckin’ love you, woman.”