Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
She didn’t. She couldn’t.
I decided, just this once, to lay it out for her. “Marshall did the worst thing he could do. He hurt me. Creighton’s killed men who might’ve hurt me.” I waited, letting that sink in her head.
It didn’t take long. She shuddered. “I have a question.”
“Yeah?”
“That robbery last weekend. They took two of those guys out. What happened to them?”
My mouth dried up. “What do you think?”
Yeah. She was getting it now.
She whispered, “We have to go out.”
“Now.”
Chapter Forty
Creighton
I was the shark swimming, and Marshall Finch was the surfer who didn’t know he was bleeding as he was swimming in my waters. I only got time to start circling him when Blake and Beauregard came down in a tizzy. Both were worked up.
Blake declared we were going to Octavia the same time Lassiter strolled in through the back door.
“Awesome. You’re here.” Levi whooped.
Heath’s head reared back. “What the fuck? I locked that door the last time I went to get another drink.”
Lassiter shrugged. Levi, Lassiter, and I each had our own fob for Blake’s house. None of her housemates needed to know that information.
Blake took my hand, laced our fingers, and dragged me away as she shoved Lassiter in front of her. Levi was amused by the whole thing. “Right on. What’s happening?”
“Normally we’d take the subway, but since you’re here and you have all your guys, we can get a ride. Right?” the Beauregard roommate rambled as we hit the sidewalk. She took charge, directing Blake and me to one of my SUVs, and she, Levi, and Heath went to Lassiter’s vehicle.
Finch followed to the door, but Beauregard had an exchange with him before she shut the door in his face. My gaze slid to Blake, who was looking out the window away from me. She was drumming her fingers on her knee, and I knew that if I reached over to feel for her pulse, it’d be racing.
She lifted the gate for me to go after Finch. Now she was trying to prevent that from happening. She’d changed her mind.
Oh, Blake.
She thought I would get distracted and change my mind.
He hurt her. Therefore, he was mine to hurt.
She would need to do better than this. Putting physical distance between me and her housemate would not work.
Twenty minutes later, she had kept with her mission.
She maneuvered us away from the rest of the group, and we were in a private booth in the far corner of the nightclub. It was set in the back of a short hallway with only two other booths before us, and both of them were empty. If Blake was behind that part, then I would be extremely impressed. As it was, I was still impressed because if she was still going for the goal of distracting me, it was working. For tonight.
She moved to straddle me.
I reached for her legs and felt the press of something sharp against my stomach.
She’d pulled a knife on me.
She was my soulmate.
Not that I ever questioned Blake’s place in my life, but she just signed, sealed, and delivered that fact into my brain. She told me that I didn’t have the capability to love, but whatever this intense burning inside of me, the feeling that would take me to my knees for her, if it wasn’t love then I couldn’t imagine how powerful that was because right now, she was my reason for existence.
She regarded me with determination and settled more firmly on my lap, sinking down on me.
I moved my hands to her waist, moving my fingers underneath my hoodie that she’d worn every night to bed until I peeled it off of her. There was a clean laundry smell from it, so she must’ve washed it today. I liked that she wore my clothes. It made me purr inside, and I waited for her to start whatever she was going to do. I didn’t think she was going to pull my dick out and sink down on it, but I wouldn’t stop her if she did. She had picked this booth to give us the utmost privacy. No one could see us unless they specifically walked over to see who was in this booth. No cameras were mounted on the wall, but knowing Mauricio and knowing how I had surveillance in my own places, I was sure a hidden camera was pinned on us. When we first approached, the bouncer held up a hand to halt our progression. Barely a second later, another man came out from the door and leaned in to share something with the bouncer. Both gazes went to me with a warning in them. I stepped away from the group and lifted my shirt. Knowing we were coming here, I’d already handed my gun to Lassiter. Now, whatever he ended up doing with it wasn’t on me. Just as long as I didn’t have a weapon and I wasn’t recruiting within the nightclub.