Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Well,” I say, stretching my fingers out. “It’s been lovely, but it’s time for me to get going now.”
As I step toward the door, one of the guards shifts directly into my path, a sharp glare cutting toward me.
“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” I warn him.
He just smirks, as though truly believing that the three of them are the real threats in the room. I lean back an inch, drop my body, twist, and let my legs do all the work. A beautifully executed butterfly kick sends the guard shooting back against the wall, hitting his head hard enough to knock him out cold.
The other two guards gape for a second before springing into action, but I’ve already beat them to the punch. As the one on the left rushes in, I throw my hand out, catching him right in the throat before sending my elbow straight back and hitting the third in the stomach, watching them both double over.
I linger for a moment longer, watching them cough and sputter on the floor, and I consider taking their guns and ending their lives, but truth be told, they’re just a couple of losers who really have no business being here. I bet some asshole paid them a couple hundred bucks to stand guard for the night, but it’s clear they’re severely out of their depth.
Instead, I just stride out of the small room and into the main warehouse just in time to see Hunter’s Challenger explode right through the old doors, splintering the wood into a million little pieces.
The car stops in the center of the warehouse and they both barrel out, weapons drawn and faces hard, preparing for war. It’s hot, really fucking hot. But I’m pissed.
My heart races, seeing the genuine fear on their faces, but I go right ahead and trample that out of existence. “Where the hell have you two morons been?”
They both freeze, their stares coming to me, but they don’t dare ease up on their weapons.
“What are you talking about, Savage?” Maddox questions, peering past me to the guards laying on the floor, still sputtering.
“I was testing your response time, which was a huge fail by the way. I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour and a half,” I tell them. “Do you have any idea how bored I’ve been? Fantasy football! That’s all I’ve heard about. It’s driving me insane.”
Hunter blinks. “Lyra—”
“An hour and a half,” I say. “I could have watched a whole movie.”
Hunter sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose while Maddox has the nerve to look genuinely offended. “We came as fast as we could.”
“I know coming fast is your specialty, but there was nothing fast about this,” I tell them. “I had this whole thing planned. You were going to race in and be my heroes and then we were gonna fuck like wild animals. It was going to be great, but you took literally a whole lifetime to get here. And now the Challenger is all scratched up.”
Hunter presses his lips into a hard line, glancing back at his car before fixing that hard stare on me again. “I fucked up my car for nothing?”
“Well, it wasn’t for nothing. I really was being held hostage in there. It was just . . . You know what? It doesn’t matter,” I say, striding up to him and pushing onto my toes to kiss him. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
His hand finds my waist, pulling me in. “How?”
“I’ll buff out every scratch. Absolutely naked.”
His brow arches, and Maddox curses under his breath. “Goddamn it. I knew I should have brought the bike.”
I laugh as I glance over toward him. “Hey, you can watch, too, big guy. You know I like it when both your eyes are on me.”
Hunter gets back to business, his hand tightening on my waist. “Alright, if your life currently isn’t in mortal danger, and you’re done fucking with my patience, could we go home? We’ve got something to show you.”
My body stiffens. “Like what?”
Maddox grins from across the warehouse, shoving the gun into the back of his pants. “If we told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”
My heart starts to race. “A surprise?”
Hunter leads me back to the Challenger. “Mm-hmm. Now get your ass in the car before I have to put it there.”
“Oooh, I’ve got grouchy Hunter tonight,” I tease, stepping past him to get in the car. “I like it.”
The drive home is suspiciously silent, and by the time we’re pulling into the driveway, I’m all but bursting from the seams, desperate to know what this little surprise is all about. But when Hunter cuts the engine, and I step out onto the pavement, I see a strange red glow coming from just behind the house.