Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
The knowledge that I’d brought her to this was a hammer blow to my chest, heavy and hard.
The body on the floor next to us was just another example of not giving a fuck for anyone’s life other than ours as I got to my feet and lifted her to hers.
I carried her through to the bathroom and found my medical supplies, wrapping her up tight in a bandage.
She whimpered but let me touch her, giving me control over her body, even through her pain and tears.
There was no doubt about it when I saw that wound of hers in cold hard light—he would have killed her.
There was no doubt about the coming truth, either. They would be coming right back in for round two, and it would be soon. Really damn soon. We needed to get out of there as quickly as we possibly could.
“You packed?” I asked and she managed a nod.
“Yes, I packed.”
“Let’s do it, then,” I said. “We’re on the fucking run.”
7
Elaine
Even now, in pain with my blood still flowing under the bandage, I didn’t care about anything but holding the man I loved.
He was home.
Safe.
Alive.
But that wasn’t going to be the case all that much longer. Not with the pointer fingers coming up from all directions.
My eyes must have been terrified when they met his.
“Have you heard the news?” I asked. “Have you seen Terence Kingsley on the news?! They’re looking for him, Lucian! They want information on Terence! That’s what’s bringing them here, isn’t it? They’ve put the pieces together!”
I expected him to freak out and curse, or at least do something in shock, but he didn’t. Even though he shook his head, and said no, he hadn’t seen Terence Kingsley on the news, he didn’t look shocked.
“Sure, them hunting down the jackass journalist is a nail in the coffin, Elaine,” he told me as he grabbed hold of our things around us. “But believe me, baby, there are a whole load worse nails coming for our coffin than that. You’ve just met one of them.”
“There are more people coming, aren’t there?” I pushed.
I’ll remember his answer for the rest of my life.
My beautiful monster was so proud and terrified both at once when he told me, his expression will be etched into my soul for all time.
“Plenty of people will be coming for us,” he told me. “But I’ll be protecting you and dishing out revenge with every breath in me, I swear it on my life.”
And then he paused.
Lucian Morelli actually paused before he told me what he’d done.
“Talking of revenge, Elaine. I just killed your fucking uncle,” he said.
8
Lucian
Her face was magic. A perfect picture of shock as her hands clasped over her face.
“You… you killed Lionel?”
“Yes, my beautiful princess. I killed the vile fuck who delivered you for abuse. Shot him bang in his fucking face.”
“He’s really dead?”
I could tell she was still trying to process it. Still trying to believe my words.
“He’s dead. I bid him a fair fucking farewell.” I paused. “And I delivered Colonel Hardwick a fair fucking farewell alongside him. Both of them can rot in hell.”
She was still hurting from her wound, but in that moment it didn’t matter, she was too caught up in what I was telling her.
“I don’t even know what to say…” she said.
I took hold of her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
“You don’t have to say anything. It was the greatest achievement of my life. I’m just fucking grateful I made it back here in time.” I sucked in a breath. “I won’t be leaving you again, I guarantee you that.”
She sucked in a breath to match mine, and then my angel shone bright and perfect. A tear dropped from her eye and ran down her cheek, but there was a smile on her face. The most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
It was the little girl Elaine who was smiling at me. Grateful. Humble. Surprised.
The little girl Elaine I was more petrified of losing than anything else I’d ever felt.
“Thank you,” she managed to whisper, and then she broke, sobbing hard and deep.
I wrapped her in my arms and soothed the stunning girl as she cried. It only made my black soul thrum even harder. Pride. I was proud of what I’d done for her. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat and enjoy every second more than life itself. Only now wasn’t the time. Now was the time we needed to get the holy fuck out of there.
“I’m going to get the rest of those vile cunts,” I said. “As long as there is life in my body, princess, I’ll be hunting the rest of them down.”
I didn’t tell her that one of the main reasons I was choosing the UK as our runaway destination was that the other main members of the fellowship were based there, in their stuck-up British empires. It had been one of my motives—to reach Baron Rawlings and Lord Eddington. A far bigger attraction to me than Buckingham Palace, that was for damn sure.