Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Alright… what do you say we…” Saffron doesn’t get to finish because the jet can be heard overhead. My heart begins to pound a mile a minute, thoughts of him not being with them when they walk in the door.
My own thoughts are drowned out by the screams of the kids, excited to see their dads. It is actually cute. The ladies are all at the door with their kids, waiting and where am I? Hanging back, hands fidgeting, standing alone. As usual, but of my own doing. I am not sure how to do this. I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I don’t even know if I can be happy. I don’t remember what it feels like anymore. I have spent so much time alone in the darkness, seeking something many run from, now, faced with it being over, I don’t know what is after this.
Amid my thoughts, the men come in and one by one they grab their women and kids and with each one that is not Callum, I can feel myself dying. Then finally, the last one in the door. “Miss me, Angel?” His smug face walks towards me and I fucking fall apart. I didn’t realize how much anxiety I had about him not making it back until right now. “Hey, hey, baby. It's alright.” He lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands under my ass. I hear him telling everyone goodbye and then we are walking down the hall.
I simply keep my face in his neck until he sits me on the bed. Wiping my eyes I look at him waiting for information. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Later baby. I want you to take your clothes off and let me sleep with you in my arms. I promise you will have all the answers when you wake up.” I give him my not buying it look, but I can’t deny how much I missed him and how anxious I was he wouldn’t make it back, so I do as he asks and slide under the covers. I have to admit, being in his arms feels like home but for how long? How long can we pretend that this is going to end in any other way but me in handcuffs and possibly by his hand?
Stretching my arms above my head, I roll over and see his eyes are open and on me. “Hey Angel. How did you sleep?” I smile and look at the twinkling in his eyes.
“Better.” He nods and kisses my nose. His hand is caressing my stomach and it sends goosebumps through me. He says nothing. Instead he turns and turns on the TV. He flicks to the news channel, and it aggravates me, because we need to talk, but then the new bulletin comes up.
This just in. The FBI has made an arrest in the recent deaths that have plagued L.A. in what the department is deeming a connection to the DeSantis murders earlier this year. Seems fingerprints at the most recent crime and arson scene not only in L.A, but a shootout in Barcelona from the same suspect. Latkish Leonidis was arrested in connection with these murders. I am sure there will be more information to follow.
This has been a special news report. I’m Lana Gordo. Thank you for watching.
What the hell? I shoot up in the bed, shocked and in disbelief that what I saw was real. “Is that…what… how?” I can’t form words.
“It’s over baby. You are free. So am I”
“I don’t understand. What is happening?” He sits up and pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. I can feel his cock, hard and leaking rubbing against my clit due to how I am sitting. Of course my base instincts take over and I start rubbing myself on him, temporarily distracted from the discussion. Luckily, with a chuckle and a smack on my ass, he holds my hips still.
“Wait, greedy. You want answers, right?” Damn it. He’s right. I nod my head.
“It's simple. After each of your crime scenes, I had it cleaned and fingerprints from Leonidis planted there. He is a soldier working for Romeo DeSantis. It was perfect.” Oh my God. This whole time he has been protecting me and I didn’t know it. I feel tears building in my eyes.
“I can’t believe you did this. What about your job? You jeopardized your job for me?”
“Once I met you I knew I was going to be done as soon as I was able to get you free of this. I resigned this morning.” Holy fuck. Is he saying we can have a normal life?
“I don't know what to say.” He leans over to the side table and pulls out a small jewelry box. Butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach, and I start hiccupping before he asks the question.