Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Thank God Sammy suggested at the last minute that we send non-family to another location, only allowing guests who understand this life to be a part of today.
We couldn’t have too many in attendance as the weight on the trapdoors had to be precise. Sim and Sammy were geniuses for coming up with the idea to put the scales under the photo step and repeat for everyone’s weight to calibrate the door release and ease down of the seats.
Every detail of today was thought out and planned to a tee. Nothing should go wrong. As I have that thought, my clip runs out.
I rush for cover to reload. A flash of white catches the corner of my eye. I take my gaze off my task for a second and find my soon-to-be wife covering me.
God, she’s beautiful and so fucking amazing. Shots hit the stone statue I’m behind and I snap back into action. Fully loaded once again, I focus on the enemy ahead.
“Abort, abort. Stop now, da. She’s getting away,” Misha’s voice comes through the comms.
“Ach, then go after her,” I snarl.
“Net, Czar has been hit. Lovie, get his wife here, now,” Misha commands.
My chest grows tight. Czar is Misha’s cousin; of course, he’s done. Czar’s life takes priority.
“Lovie, do you hear me?” Misha says.
“Keep calm. She has taken Lovie and Milanie. They will be okay. This has happened just as I wanted,” Sammy says in a static voice. I would think he was asking his parents to go to the park, not talking about a kidnapping.
“What?” Misha roars. “Why would she take them?”
My head is pounding as I put all that has happened together. Czar is down bad enough for Misha to call this all off. Lovie has been caught up in all of this again and Misha’s daughter has also been taken, but this bitch is still breathing.
Fuck, my family has just been sucked deeper into this. If I thought I was going to sit DJ’s ass down after this, I can fucking dream on now. Yet it’s Sammy’s next words that nearly make my head explode.
“Because that’s the only way she could be sure you and DJ would come. However, she didn’t know to account for me.”
“This is done. I do my way.” Misha seethes.
“I know. Your way is the one needed. I’ll be with you, Uncle Misha. It’s time to take care of her. She’s in Mishutka Mishyenka’s way.”
“Jamie, where are ya?” Logan and I say in unison.
I groan when neither of us gets a reply. Tell me why I’m not surprised. Here we go.