Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He could take her. She was drugged nearly out of her mind and alone. It would be child’s play to lead her to the back door where one of his men waited. They’d be in New York before the O’Malleys knew she was missing.
But, despite himself, he was intrigued by her.
Keira snagged his tie, studying the muted blue pattern as if it held the answer to the meaning of the universe. When she tugged on it, he allowed her to lead him to one of the little niches that had been built into the exterior walls. This one had a raggedy couch that had seen better days, but the music was slightly less than deafening, so it was an improvement regardless.
She pushed him, and he sat on the couch. Dmitri went still when Keira straddled him, her expression strangely contemplative despite the fact she was very blatantly blitzed. She ran her hands down his chest. “You’re awfully pretty for an evil bastard.”
“So I’m told.”
Her eyes went wide. “And a sense of humor. God really gave with both hands when he made you, too, didn’t he?” She palmed him. “Or should we make that three hands?”
Dmitri grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. “I don’t enjoy being fondled by children.”
She raised her eyebrows and mimicked his accent. “Do you not? Your hard cock says otherwise, Mr. Romanov.” She leaned down, giving him a good view of where her breasts were in danger of spilling free of their confinement. “I think you came here looking for a little revenge.” She rolled her body against him, and despite his control, his cock became even harder.
Keira’s lips brushed his ear. “It’s your lucky day. I’m a big fan of self-destructive tendencies and filled with self-loathing, so riding your cock would meet both needs nicely. What do you say?”
Yes.
He forced himself to take hold of her shoulders and move her back. “No.”
“Pity.” Keira shrugged like she couldn’t care less. She rose to her feet in an eerily graceful motion. “See you around, evil bastard.” Then she was gone, sliding back into the crowd. He suspected this time, if he followed her, he wouldn’t be successful in cornering her.
Dmitri stood, and it was only then that he realized she’d relieved him of both his wallet and his watch. He blinked, turned to look out at the crowd, and shook his head in reluctant admiration. She played me.
He surprised himself by chuckling, amusement high as he walked out of the building and climbed into the back of his car. Then he let it fall away and spoke to his driver. “Next time Keira O’Malley slips her leash, I want to be informed immediately.” He would keep his lead on Sloan because it paid to maintain several balls in the air, but his interest in the youngest O’Malley daughter was piqued.
More the pity for her.
Chapter Twelve
It took Jude all fucking day to find the goddamn Plan B pill. As expected, he’d had to drive into Portland to retrieve it, every hour he was away from Sloan increasing the chance that she was pregnant.
And you almost took her again.
He pulled up in front of his house and turned the car off. There was no excuse for the idiocy that the woman brought out in him. He got around her and he couldn’t think, couldn’t reason, couldn’t take a step back and claim the icy rationale that had gotten him to this point.
If he was smart, he’d call Dmitri Romanov and hand her over as fast as humanly possible.
Except she might be pregnant with my child.
A fucking kid. He hadn’t been able to hold down a single relationship in his thirty-five years—hadn’t wanted to—and now he was looking at potentially bringing a helpless kid into the world. What the fuck did he know about raising a child? His old man was dead before he was born, and his mother had spent his entire life checked out and clinging to a past that no longer existed.
Jude wouldn’t know healthy if it kicked him in the face.
There was no way he wouldn’t fuck this kid up.
He grabbed the small bag with the two pills in it and climbed out of the car. Sloan’s shift would be done about now, so he grabbed a shower and decided to check in with Stefan before he met her at her place. When he called, the phone rang and rang, Jude’s irritation turning to concern.
“You have the worst fucking timing.”
The concern vanished, irritation taking hold. He leaned against the kitchen counter. “And you have the morals of a back-alley whore. You sold me out.”
Stefan cursed. “What was I supposed to do? Romanov showed up here. Or where here used to be. I’ve moved shop, which is why it took me so long to answer—I couldn’t find my phone.”