Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
After, I lay with my cheek resting against her belly.
“Do you think our little bundle of joy will start kicking already?” she said, laughing.
“We move fast, Hardcover,” I said, chuckling.
“Yeah, but I’m not a freaking mutant.”
That had us in fits of laughter. We rolled around the bed together until our lips collided again, lust triggering even if we’d only recently made love. The third time was hunger and greediness on my part, as I bent her over and slid into her soaked tunnel, watching her ass bounce against my tense abs as I thrust harder, deeper.
My attention is forced into the present when I see the station wagon pull up outside the bar. As Agent Waller said, Sal is with his contact: a short man wearing a leather jacket. Sal is in the driver’s seat. He probably wants to leave before me in case this is a trap.
I climb from the car, swallowing nerves, adrenaline, and fear. I’m doing this for my woman, for my family. With this hanging over our heads, I refuse to move into our bright future.
The closer I get, the more dangerous this feels. Sal has been shunned by his family. No one agrees with his psychotic plan to infiltrate a business of my size. No one wants to go to war with the FBI.
He might get reckless, pull his gun, shoot me, and drive away. I’m not even wearing a bulletproof vest. I insisted on that.
Agent Waller explained that if I wore a vest, he might see it changing the shape of my clothes. It might spook him, and then he’d vanish, never to return. I can’t allow that to happen. I’m starting a new life with my woman, my child. There’s no damn way I’m letting some mafia grunt to ruin that.
Sal’s man nods to the driver’s seat, indicating I should walk to that side. With each step, my nerves grow, and ugly whispers of paranoia tell me this could be the end. But I’m so flooded with the need for my woman that I refuse to believe it. I could eat a bullet for her. Nothing can stop us from claiming the life we’ve wanted for over three years.
Nothing can stop us from doing it all.
Sal rolls down the window. He’s got a black eye and a cut underneath his other eye.
“Things are going well with the Family, then,” I mutter.
“Fuck you,” he grunts. “What do you want?”
“I want to talk about your offer.”
Sal sneers. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
“Why don’t you kill the engine? We’ll go inside and talk about it.”
That’s for the benefit of the agents listening. They could swoop in here when the car’s still going, but that would mean risking him getting away, which nobody wants.
“We can talk fine here,” Sal says.
“I’ve had a bad couple of weeks,” I tell him. “A few investors have decided they no longer want to work with me, and I’m short on cash. I need some short-term help. But I’m not naïve. I understand it will come with long-term interest on your part.”
“You could’ve done this before I kidnapped your bitch ass,” Sal snaps. “You could’ve saved me a lot of hassle, tough guy.”
“Could’a, would’a,” I grunt. “I’m telling you now. Are you interested or not? You said you wanted to launder money through Do It All. I’m assuming you still want that.”
“I never said that.”
“If you want to play it like that, fair enough. You hinted at it heavily enough.”
Sal’s eyes widen. “You’re speaking very goddamn specifically, Logan. A paranoid man might think you’re trying to get me on tape.”
I smirk. “It’s a good thing you’re not paranoid, then.”
“You expect me to believe you suddenly want to collaborate with me? You know, if it weren’t for Enzo, you and that fat fucking pig would’ve died in that basement.”
I remember what Agent Waller said about how Sal would try to rile me up. He told me I had to remain calm no matter what. I can’t let him get to me. I can’t let him trigger me, no matter what he says, but when he uses that word again, I can’t think.
There are words beginning with p that are appropriate for Piper. Princess. Or maybe precious. Or perfect. She’s principled, persistent, perceptive, passionate, playful, and profound. She’s poised and pretty. To call her a pig…
Sal must be able to see what I’m going to do. My face must show the fury coursing through me like lava. He reaches into his jacket, no doubt for a gun, but it’s too late.
I dart my good hand through the open window and grab his shirt, haul him out of the car, then throw him to the ground and headbutt him so hard his nose erupts in a shower of blood. Right away, sirens lace the air, tires screeching as cars pull out from hidden places.