Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Midnight set up a surveillance tap while we were at it, just in case they got cocky and came back.
One email caught my eye. It was sent from a burner account to the head of operations. “Mother made contact. Subjects to be relocated within seventy-two hours. No loose ends.”
I took a screenshot of it, then pulled up the surveillance log and looped the camera feeds before installing a remote tap. If they came back, we’d see it.
Eventually, Hawk came in and started digging through a filing cabinet behind me. After a few minutes, he cursed, his voice tight with rage. “These are consent forms, but they’re forged.” He handed a stack to Whiskey, who’d stomped in a few seconds before, and he started shuffling through them. “Look, signatures are damn near identical across multiple files.”
Whiskey let out a sharp breath. “What the actual fuck? There’s an invoice here marked ‘recovery payout.’ Looks like a fucking death benefit.”
Fury filtered into my blood, burning me from the inside. Who would have received that payout if they’d managed to silence Tamara? I had to shake the thought before defying orders and destroying the place in a rage.
Racer returned, sweat slicking his brow despite the chill. “We’re gonna need another van at this rate. They have an entire aisle of sealed evidence kits.”
“Then load fast,” I snapped, not looking away from the monitor. “Don’t have time to pick and choose anymore. We take it all.”
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The silence thicker with each tick of the clock, knowing we were pushing our luck the longer we were there.
Deviant’s voice cracked in again. “Motion sensor tripped on the east side. You’ve got five minutes, tops.”
“Wrap it up,” I ordered. “Now.”
After yanking the drive free, I double-checked the tap. The green light was blinking, indicating that it was still live.
I slipped the evidence into my inside vest pocket and stood, glancing back once at the space with a dark scowl. Sometime soon, I was gonna blow this motherfucking building apart. Preferably with some of these assholes inside.
We loaded the last of it in silence.
Outside, the November air was colder, with a bite to it. But I didn’t really feel it, I was still warm from the adrenaline. Racer had the doors open, and the van sagged under the weight of what we’d taken.
Finally finished, he slammed the doors to the back of the vehicle shut. We stood there for a beat, feeling the heavy weight of what all this proved.
Then Hawk said what we were all thinking. “This isn’t just paper and files. This is ammunition.”
“Good,” I muttered. “Because I’m done watching. I’m ready to light the whole damn place up.”
During the ride back to Old Bridge, I was coming undone thinking about Tamara. How she’d clung to me, wrapped tight around my cock, breathy and begging. Her skin, her scent, the way she looked after I filled her… it was burned into my skull, and I needed her like oxygen.
The vest in the back of my closet was like a beacon showing me the way home. But I didn’t want all this shit hanging over us when I gave her the cut and my ring. The one I’d ordered the first night I slept in the room beside her and was just waiting to be delivered since it was custom.
Until then, I’d focus on giving her something else. A part of me. Something amazing that we created together. And one more tie that would bind her to me forever.
My speed increased as if I were being chased. Driven by the need to be with my woman and knock her the fuck up.
When we arrived, I handed everything off to Fox and Stone without a word, then headed straight for Tamara. They’d take care of the media drop and coordinate the legal strike. Rip the corporation to shreds in such a public forum that they’d be blackballed from the industry. As well as tied up in arrests and lawsuits until the devil came for what was left of their souls.
But it wasn’t enough for me.
Because all I could think about was the men who’d built this. Who’d hurt people. Who’d scared my woman and put her in danger.
They were going to pay. In blood.
A few minutes later, I slipped into our room, quiet as the space between heartbeats. She was in bed, soft and warm, her curls splayed across my pillow.
I stripped down and climbed in beside her. She was half asleep, body pliant and warm when I pulled her into me.
She stirred, murmured my name, and turned to face me.
When my hand skimmed under the shirt she wore—mine—and found bare skin, she gasped softly, eyes fluttering open.
Her voice was a whisper, but it roared in my ears, filling me with desperate hunger. “Talon.”
I kissed her like a dying man. As though she was oxygen and water. She was the last thing keeping me from tearing the world apart. The only thing keeping me sane.