Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Because I wasn’t going to do what he wanted from me. Sit in this hotel room while he put himself in danger.
“I wasn’t going to bitch,” I assured him, trying to look innocent. Because if he got a single whiff of my plans, he would find some way to put an end to them.
“Good,” he said, nodding. “I’m gonna leave you the car,” he told me, finding the keys, and placing them on the coffee table in the living room.
“How are you going to get there then?”
“Ride,” he said. “Not like I’m worried about anyone tracking me here now.”
Except he needed to get things set up first.
His recklessness was making my stomach twist painfully.
It would be okay.
I was going to help.
Whether he liked it or not.
“Okay. You’re going to be safe, right?” I asked, following him into the bedroom, watching him grab his wallet out of his discarded suit. And, I noted, his gun as well.
At least he had that.
Even if I knew it had a limited number of bullets. And I was pretty sure he hadn’t brought extra, since he’d been in a rush to track me down, not to stage an ambush.
But maybe you could buy them in the area somewhere. I didn’t know enough about gun laws to have any know-how about this sort of thing.
Silvano turned to me, head tipped to the side, something soft in his eyes.
“You worried about me?” he asked, and something in his tone made my belly wobble.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Come here,” he said, holding out an arm.
I didn’t even pretend to hesitate.
I walked right into his chest, wrapping my arms around him.
His went around me immediately.
“Like that,” he admitted. “But you don’t have to. I know what I’m doing.”
I don’t know how long we stayed there like that, but I got the feeling that Silvano wasn’t going to let go until I was ready.
The thing was, I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually be ready to let go.
Still, I knew I had to.
So I stepped back.
“How long?” I asked.
“I wish I had an answer to that,” he said, shaking his head. “But I don’t. You’re safe here, though. There’s a card on file, so you can order all the food you want. Storm has food in here,” he said, waving toward one of the duffel bags. “But you can use this,” he said, reaching to hand me a bank card with his fake name on it. I wouldn’t even pretend to understand how he got an entire identity, bank accounts and all, like that. “Order anything to be delivered.”
“You’ve thought of everything,” I said. Except how to keep yourself safe through all of this.
“Don’t want you to worry about shit,” he said, shrugging it off. “Done enough worrying,” he added, moving out into the living space.
“Silvano,” I called when he seemed like he was about to just… walk out of the room.
“Yeah?” he asked, turning back.
“Don’t get yourself killed, okay?” I asked, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt, and pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss.
“I won’t,” he assured me, voice a little thick.
Then, that was it, he was gone.
And it was time for me to get to work.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Silvano
I didn’t love the idea of doing this shit on my own.
But seeing as I hadn’t told the Family about any of this shit, I had no choice.
Which was why I had to be smart about it.
Getting Millie safe was the most important part of the plan.
She was holed up in a nice hotel. The kind of place where the staff and the other guests would hear and come running if she needed to call for help.
She shouldn’t. But it was important to me that she could.
Plus, she had Storm with her.
And I tried to stuff the duffel bags with anything she might need in the immediate future. If this went longer than I wanted it to, I could maybe check in on her, but I was hoping it would all be over soon.
Neeley and his guys seemed eager to get their hands on her now that they knew she was still alive. The only witness to what they’d done to her father.
As soon as I got the extra shit I needed from a gun shop I’d found nearby, having to use my real name this time, since I had my permit—though there was no easy way for Neeley to keep track of that kind of shit—and got the trail cameras set up, I would turn over Millie’s car and drive it around for a while, let it trace right to the cabin again.
From there, it should be fast.
Lying in wait.
Taking them out.
Then the fucking never-ending crime scene clean-up and grave digging.
I was going to be so fucking exhausted.
But it would finally be done.
For good.
I would never have to worry about someone coming for Millie again.