Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Listen, ladies,” I said as they pushed even farther forward. “It’s time for you to go. We’re all here now because of y’all’s fuck up. There’s no room at the cabin anymore. Have a good one.”
“But…”
I pushed them farther out of the way to allow room for everyone to load into the van and caught a flash of black out of the corner of my eye.
I had just enough time to react.
And let’s just say, it wasn’t my finest moment.
When the gun was lifted and aimed, I had enough time to take both of the pink bitches in front of me and shove them.
But, not out of the line of fire, into it.
The two women screeched as I pushed.
It was the scream from them as the bullet tore through their bodies that might’ve meant that I was a bad person.
But I’d do anything to make sure that Milena didn’t take that bullet, even throw two women in the line of fire to stop it.
Blood exploded from them, but I didn’t care.
I only…
Dima was there seconds after the gun went off, coming up behind the man with the gun and breaking his neck before he could get another shot off.
The quiet was oppressive seconds after the gunfire.
People were so stunned that they didn’t know how to react.
Then the screaming started.
It took us six more hours to get home, and by then I was truly worried about Milena’s state.
She wasn’t shivering anymore, which made me terrified.
I took her straight up to the bathtub and sat her into it.
I didn’t go too hot, just barely over warm, and she shrieked when her naked body hit the water.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed. “That’s hot.”
It wasn’t.
But I imagined to her freezing state, it would be.
Over the next ten minutes I eventually got her up to hot, and by that time, her face finally started to fill in with some color.
Her feet, however, were still practically blue.
“It looks like you’ll keep all your toes,” I teased.
She snickered as she rested her head on my bicep.
Since I was now half-wet anyway, I gently pushed her off of me and stripped my clothes off.
Climbing in behind her, I held her to me for the next thirty minutes until she said, “I’m freakin’ starving, and I have to pee. I know we’re married and all, but I think we’re not at the stage where I can pee in our shared bath water yet.”
I chuckled and stood from the bath, taking her with me.
Sitting her down onto her feet, I went for some towels and said, “Call me if you need me.”
Then I left her to take care of herself and got dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Pulling out some clothes for her to wear, I waited until she made it into the bedroom before dressing her next.
“You want a ride down the stairs?” I asked.
She smiled and said, “I think I’d rather you get us food started than get a ride just yet. I’m going to dry my hair.”
I dropped a kiss to her mouth and said, “Then in that case, I’m going to go downstairs and find out what Shasha’s learned.”
She rolled her eyes, but then caught me by the tail of my sweatshirt when I went to head out.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “For protecting me that way. I know that you have to be a bit upset about it.”
I snorted. “I like that you think that I’m this altruistic man, but I’m not. I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t like them in the first place after what they’d done to you. And I certainly couldn’t care less that they were both shot instead of you.”
Her lips quirked. “Send one of my brothers up here to dry my hair.”
I tilted her chin up and dropped a kiss to her mouth. “I’ll do that.”
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, it was to see Dima closest to me.
“Hey, your sister says that she needs her hair dried.” I slapped him on the shoulder as he passed.
He sighed. “She’s ruining my street cred.”
“What street cred?” Shasha rolled his eyes. “Plus, I did it last. It’s your turn.”
“Actually…”
Instead of listening to them fight, I went into the kitchen to find Maven, Brecken, Nastya and the kids there.
“Hey,” I said to them. “Y’all got food goin’?”
“Yes,” she said. “We ordered enough pizza to feed a church congregation.”
“Awesome,” I said a I went to the bags of things still sitting on the counter.
I found her favorite snack that I’d asked for Brecken to buy during the race, then walked back to Dima who was heading for the stairs.
“Hey,” I tossed the bag to him. “Can you make sure that she gets that?”
Dima tucked it under his arm and climbed, leaving me alone with Shasha.
“What’s the word?” I asked.
“Hitman. Last one that Lyle was able to get out before he died last night.” He grinned wickedly. “Poor guy died in his sleep in his confinement cell.”