Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
She wasn’t going to let one man bust her life down.
“I don’t think I like sound of this,” Sosa said. “I will not to be going anywhere with you. Call the police.”
But Uncle Alex worked fast now that he wasn’t solving whatever disaster her cousin Daisy had caused. Probably a fire. Or a lightning strike. Once Daisy managed to accidently let a snake out of its cage and they had an extra party guest.
Landon Vail and Ross Brighton walked in. Landon was the son of one of Uncle Sean’s partners, Eric Vail, and his wife, Deena. Ross was the son of Dallas Police Assistant Chief in charge of Investigations, Derek Brighton, and his wife Karina, who was a kick-ass private investigator. While Ross worked with his dad and not at McKay-Taggart, the man would know how to not let a potential suspect go.
But also, it was handy since Sosa had offered. “There you go. He’s a police detective. Ross, I know it’s hard to believe but this is a trained, paid assassin who probably works for a group who will murder her if she hits the county jail. She would like you to bring her in.”
Her mom winked her way. “Well played, baby girl. If she’s with a syndicate, they don’t like it when you hit the local jail system.”
Sosa had gone a pasty white. Well, pastier than she had been. Girl could use some sun. “Fine. I’ll go with your thugs.”
“Hurtful,” Landon said, a hand on his chest. “Also, it sucks that I’m going to miss this. I was told there’s an open bar.”
“Not for us, buddy,” Ross said, helping Sosa up. “Let’s get her to the club. I don’t suppose you want me to get professionally involved.”
“No. This is unfortunately Agency business, and she probably would get whacked in jail. I suspect there’s more of her out there,” her father explained.
“We have police presence,” Ross reassured them. “The wedding is safe. I’ll let my dad know where I am and that he needs to keep an eye out in case she has friends.”
“Oh, she has friends. I assure you,” her father said with a sigh. “It’s like a John Wick movie out there. When I get my hands on Huisman, I’m pulling his balls off his body and shoving them down his throat. But as for this one, be careful with her. She might try to hurt herself.”
Landon and Ross nodded and walked Sosa out.
“That was weirdly kind of you.” Kala sounded disappointed. “Any particular reason why you’re playing nice with an assassin?”
Her mom moved into her dad’s space and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.”
Sometimes Kala didn’t understand nuance, but Kenzie did. “She’s young and Russian and likely trained against her will.”
Very much like their mother, and her father obviously saw the parallels.
“I’ve got some intel about a couple of groups in Europe and Asia recruiting young women for training,” Tasha explained, her eyes on the door.
“And by recruiting we mean trafficking,” Lou continued. “And there have always been rumors of a group who uses young orphans—girls from the old Eastern Bloc states and Russia—as operatives and thieves. They run a bit like a syndicate. I like to call them Black Widow groups.”
Her mom stepped back, holding her hands up. “We will deal with this later. Right now, we’re going to celebrate. Now Kala, your cousin is waiting to steam the skirt of your dress because it’s obvious you have already played around with your groomsman.”
Kala groaned and stood since she totally had and her skirt bore some wrinkles. “Fine. And we’re not doing fight club.”
“No, we’re not.” Kenzie had an announcement, too. It had been too long. She hadn’t even looked at another man since the moment she saw stupid Ben Parker, who didn’t deserve her in any way. It was past time to get right back on that horse. “Lou, let’s put on some Rhianna and talk about which Bliss boys I’ll be riding tonight.”
“Whoa.” Her father’s hands went to his ears. “That turned so fast.”
It was time for her bad bitch era to begin. Sad girl was out. Boss babe was taking over. She was done being down bad for that man. New beginnings.
She would start over. She would live for her job and her family, and have righteous sex whenever she wanted because she was giving into the spy life. Her sister’s heart condition wouldn’t let her go into the field anymore. Not for anything other than an emergency with a full backup team. So it was up to Kenzie. She was the operative now, and she had to be everything.
She would stand tall. She would take Huisman down, and she would do it in style. Ben Parker would rue the day he decided to walk away from her. He would come crawling back and she wouldn’t be there for him. She would be the queen. It was like Halsey said. If she couldn’t have love, she would take all the power and take out her enemies while enjoying herself with whatever man caught her eye.