Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Like clockwork, several other explosives had been sent. Vincent had started this war, or at least Frank had started this, and he was just going to end it.
Alexey had killed several of Vincent’s top allies as well. The Morello mafia was looking weak.
There was not a better time to take Jane out. He also understood what his friends were saying, and he didn’t want to keep Jane locked up in this apartment with no chance of ever getting out. She deserved better than that.
“Would you like to go out?” he asked.
She offered him a big smile, and he was addicted to the dimples in her cheeks. “Yeah, I do.”
“So, would you like to go to a nice, fancy restaurant, or would you like to go dancing?”
“I have options?”
“Those two,” he said. “Dancing or dinner.”
“I’d like to go dancing. I’ve never been, and I can make dinner anytime.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Then, I’ll take you dancing.”
She looked so happy. She wound her arms around the back of his neck. “This is exciting.”
“I got you a dress outside for you to wear.”
“You don’t think jeans and sneakers are going to cut it?” she asked.
“Not for this nightclub, trust me, you’re going to want to wear the dress.”
She kissed him on the lips and rushed outside to go to the dress he had left. It was hung from one of the pictures in the center. It was a red dress he just knew was going to look stunning on her.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
All he wanted to do was fuck her in every single room of the apartment. Instead, he was going to take her out dancing. Jane had to be stuck here all day and night. The only time she had been out in the last two weeks was to visit the hospital, in disguise. Tonight, she could just leave the apartment and be herself.
He pulled out his cell phone and saw a message from Makar, saying Nikolai was making himself at home. There was also a warning that Nikolai was loving this attention. Alexey laughed. He had no doubt their friend was lapping this shit up. He loved to be the center of attention, even though at times he pretended not to.
Alexey glanced down at his watch to see ten minutes had passed and Jane stepped out of the room. She had curled her hair. She had asked him several times over the past few months if she could get it cut. She didn’t like that the goons that attacked her were able to use her long hair to their advantage.
He didn’t allow her to cut it. No one was going to be hurting her by pulling her hair. No one was going to hurt her again. He was going to protect her.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“You look stunning.”
The dress fell to her knees, and she looked stunning. It showed off her curves, and he loved to see her body. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. She had also run a little lipstick on her lips and even applied a little blush to her cheeks. She looked radiant. It was her eyes that pooled him in.
Jane acted all tough, like she could handle anything that was thrown at her, but he knew differently. He knew there was more to her than she wanted anyone to know. There was an insecurity. He got it. All her life, she had been passed up for other people, prettier people. Jane was not the most beautiful woman, but Alexey was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
He couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts from always coming back to her. No woman had ever made him feel this way. She was different. Of course she was always going to be different. No woman had ever killed a man to protect him, and that was before she even knew who he was.
“Do I look okay?” she asked.
“Stunning.” He held his arm out for her to take. “Would you like me to walk you out?”
She laughed. “Why not?” She slid her hand in his, and he walked her out of his apartment. His men knew to look the other way. They made their way toward the elevator and stepped inside. He looked at her reflection in the elevator doors. She did look beautiful.
They were silent as they made their way toward the parking lot. His men were waiting with his designated car for the evening. For Jane’s protection and extra privacy, he made sure the windows were blacked out. Even though he doubted Vincent would be able to attack tonight, he was not willing to take any risks.
He helped her into the back of the car and closed the door behind him. Jane let out a breath. “This all feels so strange ... going out, all dressed up.”