Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“As soon as we get home, you’re mine. Every single inch of you,” Roman whispers into my ear, and I shiver feeling every single word he says deep inside my core.
He owns me...heart, mind, body, and soul. And I own him, in all the same ways.
Chapter Seventeen
Roman
When we step out of the plane, the car is already waiting for us at the bottom of stairs. I hold Sophie's hand making sure she doesn't fall down the steep steps. I can’t wait to get her home, and in my bed. After today I’m exhausted. I did what I needed to do for Sophie, but it’s going to take me a couple of days to get back to my normal self.
The person I became to kill her father is someone I don’t want to become ever again. I shut down the shit storm brewing in my mind and descend three steps behind my brother.
Violet slept on the plane most of the time and Ivan is half carrying her down the stairs, while Sophie has my full attention. Which is probably why neither of us notice anything wrong.
“Guys?” Luke suddenly stops in front of us. The alarming tone in his voice has me lifting my eyes from Sophie and out to the parking lot. Every nerve in my body is on full alert. I scan the area and that’s when I notice… something is off. The car waiting for us is a black SUV just like Ivan’s, but it is not his. Ivan’s SUV’s are blacked out, and this one isn’t.
“Get back in the plane,” I yell and shove Sophie directly behind me. Ivan is in front of us and turns with a panicked look in his eyes as he almost throws Violet into my arms. I push her behind me and up the stairs, back into the plane with Sophie. “Get on the floor and hide!” Fear fills their eyes, and I wish I could soothe them, tell them everything is going to be okay, but the truth is I don’t know that it is.
I don’t even turn back all the way before I hear the first pop, then another and another. Bullets ring down on us, and I duck, pulling my gun out. I start firing at the four armed men piling out of the car. I immediately recognize one. Dante. Ivan introduced me to him at one of my visits to the compound.
We run down the stairs after Luke and Ivan. We take cover behind the stairs while the guys trying to shoot us stay behind their car doors.
“Give us the girl and no one has to get hurt.” I twist around the staircase, raise my gun and shoot at one of the men that are peering around the SUV.
The bullet grazes the side of the car, and I damn near curse out loud. I need to practice my shooting; I usually just use my fist.
“You can’t have the girl. You’re asking for a full out war by attacking us on my territory.” Ivan yells, before shooting off two bullets. One lands on its mark through the car door window, taking out the guy I tried to shoot just a short time ago, while the other hits the armored SUV.
“Then a war is what we will have.” Someone responds, a flurry of bullets hit the steps. I try and push down the worry knotting in my stomach, but it’s all I can feel. There’s no way I’m letting these fuckers get their hands on Sophie. I’ll die before I let that happen.
“Two birds with one stone if you ask me. We get the girl and we’ll kill you in the process. You’re a shitty leader anyway, Ivan. You don’t see where the big money comes from. No one respects you. Rossi at least cared for his men and their needs.”
“Fuck you!” I yell. These assholes think they are better than us? I’ll kill every single one of them. No one is touching Sophie, and no one is going to fuck with my brother. We run the show now, whether they like it or not.
“We will not leave here without the girl.”
I hear them move away from the car thinking they are going to come around to where we are. I crouch down waiting for them to come around when I realize they are actually going up the stairs.
Shit. I jump up and move around the stairs as fast as I can with Ivan on my heels. A soon as I’m around the corner, a shot is fired, and something hits my shoulder, making me jerk back. It takes me a moment to even understand I’ve been shot. I stagger back into Ivan, who’s already firing shots at the guys who just hit me.
Ivan gets him in the side of the head and his lifeless body falls backwards off the steps. Dante, who was upfront, jumps back down, gun pointing at Ivan’s head, and for a second, I think I’m about to watch my brother die. My chest tightens. Fuck, it can’t end this way.