Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I open my mouth to tell him that we’re not really married, that he kidnapped me, that I’m a prisoner—
But nothing comes out.
Because honestly?
Yeah, I kind of do want him to fuck me in our marriage bed.
That sounds kind of great right now.
“Just no more cars,” I mumble, mortified, horny, and very confused.
MASS
Kaan and his men meet me and my strike team on the outskirts of Iskenderun, away from the ports, out toward the mountains. This area is littered with strip malls, factories, warehouses, and office parks. Trucks and cars roll down the wide streets, but there aren’t many pedestrians.
It’s late. Night hangs thick. A fog rolled in from the water an hour ago, delaying some of our plans.
We’re gathered near an old structure in the Ottoman style with many arched windows. The walls are cracked from earthquakes.
Kaan lights a cigarette and blows out the smoke. His Turkish is rough and colloquial, but I understand him well enough. “The fuckers are inside. I have good reason to think half their leadership is getting shitfaced right now.”
I watch the building carefully. My scouts have drones in the air scanning every inch of the place. Reports are piped directly into my earpiece. Enzo is running this operation himself with Lucy in support.
“And you’re positive Emir is among them?”
Kaan shrugs and waves his cigarette. “As sure as I can be.”
I stare at him. Years ago, he never would have been so flippant with me. But now, after so long as head of his clan, after the deaths and the struggle, he’s drifting away. Medved’s attacks have been far more successful than I ever realized.
But tonight, we hamstring his efforts in the region. “Make sure the place is surrounded. No survivors.”
Kaan halfheartedly salutes. “Whatever you want, Dragon.”
I watch him walk off. Enzo’s voice filters into my ear. “Place definitely has people inside,” he confirms. “Can’t tell if it’s Emir or not.”
“We’re heading in shortly. Everyone in position?”
“Roger that, all good. How much do we trust our compatriots?”
“Not in the slightest. Expect surprises.”
“Understood.”
I lean back against my truck, staring into the night. Emir is Medved’s pawn in the region. He’s basically Kaan’s counterpart. Killing him won’t stop Medved, but it’ll be a setback, and hopefully, it’ll give me enough breathing room to reassert dominance in the region.
But there are too many spinning plates. They’re all floating in the air wildly, and only time will tell which ones land and which shatter.
I’ve been doing this my whole life. I may be the youngest and most recent Dragon to take the throne, but struggle is in my veins. I’ve been fighting and outsmarting dangerous, violent men since the day I came screaming into this world. I’ll do it until the day I’m taken screaming out of it.
“Hit it with the drone first,” I order into my earpiece when everyone is prepared. “Kaan and his team enter through the rear.”
“Roger that. On my mark.” Enzo counts down from five as I shoulder my automatic rifle and begin walking toward the building.
The drones flare to life. They’re not large enough to carry massive payloads like what the US military uses, but those aren’t necessary tonight. Instead, the drones fire little rockets into the top story window, their payloads sparking, some exploding, others spurting massive amounts of teargas. Smoke pours into the night sky as screams and confused shouts echo from inside.
“Kaan’s pushing in,” Enzo confirms over comms. “My team breached the front.” Gunfire echoes back through the night. “Resistance is stiff but manageable.”
“Stiff, my fucking dick,” Kaan snarls through my earpiece. “These cock-lickers are pathetic fucking dogs!”
I hear him laughing as more gunfire crackles. I pick up my pace, a thrill running through my chest. A man in my position should never purposefully put himself into a rolling battle. Anything can happen in a fight. No matter how skilled you are, how good you are with a gun, there’s always chance at play. All it takes is one unlucky bullet to end everything.
And I’m too valuable to risk.
But god, I hunger for it. This is what I used to live for. I earned my reputation through blood and burning back in the day, and now I’m forced to sit behind a desk and act like a fucking politician most of the time.
I can’t help but indulge myself.
The front door is hanging on its hinges. A corpse lies in the front hall riddled with bullets. There’s shouting and screaming and shooting from up ahead. I check the rooms on the first floor to make sure they’re clear. Enzo left a part of his team behind to hold the entrances, and they nod at me respectfully as I move past them and toward the stairs.
“Found the motherfucking dogs!” Kaan screams, and this time I can’t tell if it’s over comms or through the air. Not like it really matters. I pick up my pace and reach the next floor, heart hammering with excitement and joy.