Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I love rocking to music this loud and lively.
Neither are the easiest or most courteous things to do when you’re living in a penthouse apartment.
All of sudden, my office door flies open causing the pen to leap from my clutches and damn near land directly at the feet of the person who gave it to me. “Oh, thank fuck, you’re alright.”
Confusion crinkles my forehead yet before I can say anything, Slater’s entire body begins seizing in place. Momentarily paralyzed by the sight of his limbs spasming and eyes twitching from the electrocution being shot through him, I simply tremble in my seat.
Gasp.
Gawk.
It isn’t until his large frame hits the floor that something in my mind triggers me to move.
Do whatever is necessary to not become the stranger’s next victim as well as get my best friend some help.
I spring to my feet and snatch up my pair of scissors silently hating it’s the best weapon I’ve got.
Pre-this whole poacher situation, it never occurred to me someone might actually try to kill me!
Equipping this office with something more dangerous than what I’m holding is going to the top of the must list.
After getting Slater conscious and to the hospital, of course.
“Hello, Songbird,” the black-haired male greets, dark red lettering dripping during its decent to the floor. I’m not given an opportunity to move so much as another muscle before he’s pointing his handgun in my direction. “Let’s take a little ride…”
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