Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
As I go, anything that is flammable I touch, sending it up into a blaze. I’m going to burn down everything in my path. Whoever is still alive from the two families will wish they had died after I get my hands on them.
A man appears at the top of the stairs when I’m halfway up, and I fire before he can. I step to the side as he stumbles down the stairs past me; I let the flame catch him along the way. I drop my clip and reload it, wanting a fresh extended mag as I hit the first floor.
I don’t hold back as I unload one after another, heading in the direction of where I know the office is. My mind is only on one thing.
My husband.
If he’s dead, I’ll burn this whole fucking city to the ground.
Chapter Thirty-One
PAXTON
“Shit.” I slam the butt of my gun into Tommy’s head. I’m out of bullets, and I’m trying to keep his ass alive. He blinks a few times, dazed, before his eyes fall closed again. I’m behind his desk, where I’d taken cover when all hell broke out. I don’t want to kill him. I mean, I really fucking do, but this would be a good gift for my wife.
The shots settle momentarily, and I peer around the desk to see War stand up from behind the bar. Bodies litter the ground. I glance around on the floor, trying to find my earpiece; it must have gotten knocked out.
“You’re alive,” Eros says with a smirk. “Do I smell smoke?”
I ignore him and start searching for the fucking earpiece. I know my girl is alive; her heart rate is accelerated. I keep it on my watch. I find a gun and check that it’s still loaded.
“Shit.” Eros trains his gun toward the office doors that are wide open and riddled with bullets as two men come rushing in that aren’t ours. They don’t appear to be attacking; they’re fleeing.
Two loud pops ring out, and you can hear the two men hit the ground. Then I see Naomi, a gun in one hand and a torch in the other. She really is burning this place to the ground. I can’t help but crack a little smile. There’s my sunshine in all her glory.
Her eyes lock on me, and she freezes in the doorway, her lips parting. “Naomi!” I bellow her name as I raise the gun and fire over her head. She drops down as my bullets sink into the three guards behind her.
A string of curses in Italian pours from War. Everything gets deadly quiet until Eros’s loud-ass mouth breaks it.
“What’s the count on that?” Eros asks. “No, I mean the guards left.” He must be talking to Mac. I ignore them and head for my girl as she stands, turning to see the three bodies behind her.
“The fuck was that?” I bark at her, causing her eyes to widen. “You weren’t paying attention. The hell, Naomi.” I am pissed, madder than I think I have ever been in my life. She momentarily frowns, but it doesn’t last. Her shoulders push back, and her eyes narrow on me.
“Me! I was told you were dead!” she shouts. Naomi never shouts. There isn’t a need. Her flat, icy tone is enough to cut a person in half.
“We never said he was dead.” Eros gets defensive. “I didn’t confirm or deny.”
I go to her, and Naomi meets me halfway, dropping the torch that’s now only smoldering. I pull her into me, and she buries her face in my chest. I can hear War and Eros talking, confirming the clear-out. The smell of smoke is growing thicker.
“We have to get out of here,” War says.
Naomi drops her head back; I can see tears in her eyes. I cup her face between my hands. “We’re almost there, sunshine.”
She reaches her fingers up, tracing my lips. “You’re never to leave me.”
“Never,” I agree. She nods, taking a breath. I drop my hands, and Naomi’s demeanor shifts.
“I’m not done yet,” Naomi says.
“Got you a wedding gift.” I point over my shoulder to Tommy. A slow smile slides across her lips.
“He’s all yours,” Naomi tells me.
“Make it quick,” War says, glancing up and then down, the house letting out a loud groan. I walk back over to Tommy; he starts to come to.
“You should have given me Luigi,” I tell him before I shoot one ankle and then another. He screams. I don’t have the time to play with him as I’d like, but the fire will.
“Let’s go,” War says, and we all head out toward the back of the house with Naomi leading the charge.
“No, he’s alive, you brat,” Naomi snaps while talking to Mac.
“We never said that he was dead!” Eros says again. He glances at me and mouths, Can you help me out here? I shake my head no. They’re on their own when it comes to Naomi’s ire. Good luck with that.