Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Just fucking do it, Simon,” I say, and again my hand wants to grab hers in reassurance.
Or maybe my hands are itching to bind her and fuck her senseless. It could be that too.
Fuck her so damn hard she gives into my will.
“I don’t have men just laying around the compound, waiting for orders, James,” Simon grumbles at me, but I know he’s lying.
“Send Michael and Uriel then. I want protection. Call in some of the guys from the Heralds of Hell if you have to. We have fucking resources, Simon. I don’t need to do your job for you. Have them call me when they get set up,” I say and push the disconnect button.
Normally, I don’t fucking bother trying to push my weight like that, but I really don’t give a fuck right now. If Jude was around and available, I’d have his ass here. But he’s busy, so it is what it is.
Jude’s another problem I need to figure out. He’s… he’s going to be a total asshole when he figures out I’ve finally fallen like the other guys.
The rain hasn’t let up since it started today. And with all the fucking lightning and thunder, my poor Mitzy is probably having a fucking heart attack right now without me.
I start to open my door. “Let’s get this over with.”
“What over with?” Sophia asks as she starts to open her own door.
“Stay the hell there,” I snap at her before reaching over and yanking her door shut.
Quickly exiting the car to make sure I can be the target if anyone’s around and ready to start more shit with Sophia or her family…
Family.
Shit, she doesn’t even have that anymore. Her mom’s gone and now her dad.
Fuck.
Rain drenches me through the suit I’m wearing, and while I should have put the raincoat I had back on, I didn’t.
Fucking dumbass that I am.
Stopping at my trunk, I lift it open and quickly pull out an umbrella that’s been shoved in there with all the weapons I like to keep in the back. I swear if the ATF were to ever stop me outside of this state, I’d be in prison with a terrorist tag next to my name for the rest of my life.
Grabbing an extra clip holster, I attach it to my belt before closing the trunk and popping the umbrella open. Walking to Sophia’s side, I keep a lookout around us as I open her door, trying to shield her as much as I can from the rain.
I spotted Uriel out in a car when I pulled into the neighborhood and he followed me to the house, but he’s moved on and will be patrolling.
I can still feel eyes on the back of my head though, but it’s a benign feeling.
It’s another one of our guys out there somewhere, watching over us.
I could have told Simon to post someone up in the house I was renting, but I figured that wouldn’t go over too well with Sophia while we’re here doing whatever she needs to do.
I watch as her legs step out of the car and have to grit my fucking teeth. My mouth wants to make a thousand different comments about how fucking good they look.
Those muscles so smooth, so fucking fluid as she stands up.
But I keep it to myself.
Dammit, it’s not easy keeping all these hormones bottled up like this.
Peering up at me with those horribly sad blue eyes of hers, I can see the broken pieces slowly crumbling apart as she slings her purse over shoulder.
She’s hurting so badly, so deeply…
I don’t know anything that I could do to piece her back together.
I know it’s awful to be so damn aroused right now because of her proximity when she’s so damn broken inside… But it’s like every shred of my very being wants to mate with her and lock her away.
While she could care less if I even existed.
“We need to make this quick, Sophia. We need to move to a safer location soon,” I say and lightly grip her elbow.
Walking close to her, I make sure the umbrella fully covers her so she can at least have a little shelter from some of the shit today is throwing her way.
Yanking her elbow out of my grip, she all but shouts, “I’m not leaving here! This is my home!”
Marching ahead of me to the front door, she digs through her purse and yanks her keys out.
Thankfully Johnathan left the purse for me to give to her and we won’t have to drive anywhere else tonight.
Trying to push the key into the door, her hands shake too much to fit the little key inside the hole.
Fucking hell, save me. I’d make a joke if I didn’t think she’d headbutt the fuck out of me.
“Here,” I say as I drop the umbrella to the ground beside us.