Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I didn’t mind that he called me that. It was much worse when Beckett did it.
That’d become rare, though. And I’d admittedly grown fond of him calling me pup. It was sweet.
“Good to meet you, kid. I’m Ryan.”
Ryan Quinn.
Good to meet you, kid. You’re my nephew. We’re family.
Good to meet you, kid. So you say you’re my nephew…? I don’t fucking think so. Get outta my face.
A whimper threatened to escape, so I scrubbed a hand over my mouth and forced myself to swallow. Oh fuck, I was gonna break. I couldn’t do this now. I needed to get out of here. Now wasn’t the time. It wasn’t about me being a fucking coward like always—it was…it was today! We had a job to do. Enemies to take down. A case to solve. This was Beckett’s big operation. He wanted to kill the guy who was responsible for Vince’s death.
“Have we met before?”
I felt my chin wrinkle and my lips tremble, and all I could do was keep my hand there. Pretending something itched or whatever. I scrubbed at my mouth and blinked hard, then hurriedly wiped away a traitorous tear as it rolled down.
Get your shit together!
Goddammit, Mom. Why didn’t you tell me when you were alive? I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do it. You had enough information to go on at least four or five years before you died.
Had sixty seconds passed yet?