Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I really don’t fucking know what Blayke sees in you,” he growled. “You’ve got a problem with authority, girly.”
“Actually,” I bit back, “I don’t have a problem with authority. But I’m a fucking adult, and respect goes two damn ways, Johnston. You might be able to run all over your men, but that shit won’t work on me. I came to you respectfully, and you pulled sexist bullshit on me.”
“Listen—”
“No, you listen,” I snapped, so over his shit. “I’m not done talking. I have busted my fucking ass from the moment I rode off the lot with your men. I have done nothing but prove my worth and show everyone that I’m just as capable of doing the same shit your men do despite the fact that I have a fucking vagina. But make no mistake, Johnston, my dick is still bigger than yours.”
I drew in a deep breath, and miraculously, Johnston kept his big mouth shut. “Now, if you must know, Geek found the compound the Russians and the Mexicans were holed up in. We infiltrated the building, took out all the unnecessary players, and captured the two leaders. They’re currently unconscious and being tied up in Alejandro’s basement, but once they’re awake, we will find out whatever information you’re looking for, alright? That enough of an update for you, or would you like me to type it up using MLA format and email it to you in an encrypted file? Unless that’s too tech savvy for someone with a pea-sized brain like yours—”
Halo cackled so hard next to me, he sent himself into a coughing fit.
“Enough,” Johnston growled. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I clenched my jaw. “I appreciate the update. Tell Blayke to call me once he’s taken care of all of that. As for you… You fucking know what? You’re Blayke’s problem.”
He hung up the phone. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly turned to face the basement once more, only to find Blayke leaning against the wall, a blunt between his lips. He was watching me, amusement glimmering in his eyes. When I let my eyes run over him, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find his dick hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“You always get me so fucking hot and bothered when you’re telling someone off,” he rasped as he pushed off the wall. I stayed still, watching him as he erased the distance between us. Gripping my hip, he tugged me against him, held his blunt out to the side, and leaned in to kiss me soft and slow. He wreaked havoc on my senses—absolutely tore them apart and obliterated them. “You good?”
I nodded. “I’m fine.” I slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Johnston is just a dick, but nothing I can’t deal with.”
He smirked and stepped back, putting distance between us before he lifted his blunt back to his lips. “He always has been, mama.” He jerked his chin toward the basement. “You ready? Gidget and Halo are handling this one. We just get to watch.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Sure.”
When he held his hand out, I slipped my palm into his, letting him curl his fingers around mine and tug me after him.
Gidget tapped the tire iron against his palm, waiting for Halo’s instruction. Halo crouched in front of the Russian and cocked his head to the side. For someone who was rarely serious, seeing his mask drop and the lifelessness enter his eyes chilled me. Gidget didn’t look surprised by the change, but Blayke did.
Clearly, this was a side of Halo the VP had never seen.
“You’ve been a right pain in our fucking ass for months,” Halo drawled. “You’ve had us playing a fucked-up game of tag for a while, but now, we’re going to play my game. Want to know the rules?”
“Fuck you,” the Russian hissed, his accent thick.
“No, thanks. You like touching women and kids, and that’s just not my thing.” He plucked at the Russian’s expensive Armani suit, then made a tsking sound, shaking his head. “Too bad this nice suit is going to get ruined. I do love Armani.”
Halo stood and slowly made his way over to the other man. Gidget tracked every move Halo made with calculating eyes, still waiting on Halo’s instruction. “Here’s how we’re going to play my game. I’m going to ask you a question. Every time you don’t give me the right answer, I’m going to have Gidget break your partner’s bones.”
I frowned. I didn’t understand his method of torture, but I kept my mouth shut. Halo clearly knew what he was doing, and something about the calculating, almost predatory way he was dealing with the Russian told me he knew exactly how to play this.
“That doesn’t even make sense, you fucking—”
“It will,” Halo promised, a smirk curving his lips. “Now, where are your victims being held?”