Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Kitchen!” I snapped, shoving him hard in that direction. “We’re not winning this.”
He grabbed my wrist, yanking me after him. We ducked and weaved our way through the panicked patrons until we slammed through the door in the kitchen. I almost slipped in a puddle of grease, but Blayke shoved me forward, his arm still latched around my wrist.
As soon as we were outside, we ran. We wouldn’t be able to get our bikes—not with them parked out front. Our only hope at the moment was to get somewhere to hide until enough time had passed that they disappeared and someone could come get us and grab our bikes, too.
By the time we finally stopped running, I had a stitch in my side, and I really needed some water. I leaned over, pressed my hands to my knees, and panted for air, my heart beating so hard, it hurt.
“Don’t lean over,” Blayke rasped, breathing just as hard as I was. He gripped my shoulder and pulled me up so I was leaning against the rough brick wall next to him. “Hands on your head. Breathe in through your nose—” he panted— “and out through your mouth.”
I did as he said, my gun still clutched in my grasp. He caught his breath before I did and slid my gun out of my hold, then clicked the safety on before tucking it back into the small of my back. Then, surprising the absolute fuck out of me, he cupped my neck in both his large hands, tucked his thumbs beneath my chin, and tilted my head back.
“You killed a man to fucking save me,” he growled, his eyes heated, liquid need pooling in his blue eyes.
I swallowed thickly, my heart hammering in my chest once again. But this time, it was because I knew he was going to kiss me. And goddammit, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to stop him.
“I did,” I murmured. “And I’d fucking do it again, Blayke.” That was the honest fucking truth. I was falling hard for this man—and much faster than I’d like—and I’d be damned if some mother fucker took him from me.
“Goddamn, that makes me hot,” he growled. And then, he was kissing me, his lips smoothing over mine with so much possessive, obsessed heat, I moaned and dropped my arms just enough to twine them around his neck.
His tongue swiped over my lips, and I parted them, letting him inside. A low groan sounded from his throat, and he tightened his hold on my neck, kissing me harder and deeper. I had no idea how long we kissed. It could have been minutes, hours, seconds, days—who the fuck knew. But when he pulled back, his lips kiss-swollen and breathing heavily once more, I knew I was fucking done for.
“You’re mine, mama,” he rumbled, lifting one hand from my neck to brush his thumb over my lower lip.
I hummed. “That means you’re mine, too,” I warned him.
He snorted and stepped back, reaching into his pocket for his burner phone. “Mama, I’ve been yours from the moment you walked onto the clubhouse lot and ripped Johnson a fucking new one.” He winked at me and lifted his phone to his ear. “No other woman will ever hold a candle to you.”
Before I could think of something to say because, for once, the man had rendered me speechless, he said into the phone, “Geek, we found them. And I’m also going to need someone to bring us our bikes.”
13
Blayke
“What. The. Absolute. Fuck,” Halo said when Noah and I walked through the front door of Alejandro’s mansion. He, Gidget, Geek, and Alejandro were waiting in the sitting room. Geek’s head was practically buried in his laptop, no doubt trying to hunt down some kind of information on an exact location for the Russians and the little group in Mexico they’d formed up with now that we knew a general location for them.
“Just another day on the job,” I teased, slouching onto the couch with a sigh. Noah made to step past me, but fuck if that was going to happen. I’d told her she was mine. The woman had killed for me and said she’d fucking do it again. Right then, her seat was my lap.
“What are—” She huffed in annoyance when I grasped her tiny hips and tugged her down onto my lap, banding an arm around her immediately after so she couldn’t budge. She crossed her arms over her chest and shot me an annoyed look. “All these other seats, Blayke. There’s no reason for me to sit here.”
“You being my woman is reason enough, mama,” I retorted, a grin splitting my lips. “Relax.”
“Wait, when did this happen?” Geek asked, still not looking away from his laptop. “When did you two end up together? Last any of us saw, she hated you.”