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)
“I know that, but if he fucks me around, I’ve always got someone ready to do what needs to be done.” He didn’t give a fuck.
There was only one person he needed right now, and that was Vincent Morello.
He climbed into the driver’s seat, and he didn’t have a plan. Nikolai, Igor, and Makar also climbed in. Nikolai was up front with him, while Makar and Igor kept their guns poised at Dex.
“There is only one place Vincent will go if he wants to do business away from the mafia, without them knowing. It’s an old, abandoned warehouse that used to be a meat storage facility.”
“He took her to a slaughterhouse?” Nikolai asked.
“No, it’s not a slaughterhouse. It’s just a place where they would store meat for a few days, after processing. It’s not exactly secret, but no one wants a place that once stored dead meat. Vincent owns it in a different name, and it was purchased off the books, so none of the mafia knew about it.”
Alexey wasn’t surprised. Vincent Morello was a piece of shit who didn’t abide by the very rules he forced everyone to deal with.
He listened to the directions and drove. He kept seeing Jane in his thoughts. He saw her getting punched in the face before she was taken from him. It would change into the vision of her opening her car door after she took out Frank Morello and helped him into the passenger side. Of course, her yelling at him, and then at her apartment, where she told him to shut the fuck up and not tell her anything. She didn’t want to know names or anything. Her smile after he told her a joke. How she held up her knitting and burst out laughing.
There was even a moment where he had a really shitty day at work, and he didn’t want to talk or do anything, but Jane had insisted on helping him relax. She put on some music and forced him to dance it out. Alexey was not much of a dancer, and they were alone in his apartment. No one was there to see him be goofy, or just have some fun. With Jane, he let himself be.
He wanted her back. She was his everything, and he wasn’t just marrying her to keep her safe. He was marrying her because he loved her more than anything else in the world. She’d gotten under his skin, and he didn’t want to give her back.
Alexey didn’t like how much time this was taking.
“It’s just up ahead,” Dex suddenly said, and Alexey looked up at the gate. It was a standard warehouse gate that appeared to have a chain wrapped around it.
“What are you thinking?” Nikolai asked.
“There’s no way we’re sneaking in there,” Alexey said.
“What’s the plan?” Makar asked.
“Get your guns ready. This will go fast, and we won’t have time to slow down.”
Alexey didn’t know what they were about to encounter, and he didn’t give a crap. Putting his foot on the gas, he revved the engine, then put it into gear, building up speed. Dex was the only one complaining, but all Alexey wanted was Jane.
Vincent had made a big fucking mistake.
He charged through the gate, and there was only a small chain and padlock that had kept it locked. That sprung open. There were a couple of men, and Nikolai, Makar, and Igor were firing their weapons, and they took out the two guards.
Alexey didn’t stop, even as he saw the metal door of the warehouse. He pressed his foot to the gas and charged, and much to his surprise, Vincent must not have kept the buildings up to standard, as he was able to charge through the door.
Someone must have heard them coming, because there was a body on the front of the car.
He pressed the car into “park,” and gunshots started to fire at him. Alexey just acted, as he took out the two men in front of him, and he trusted his friends to deal with the rest, as he focused on Jane and Vincent. Vincent stood behind Jane, and she had several cuts on her body, the blood on the dress giving them away. When he looked at her, he saw tears in her eyes, and he knew she was hurting.
“I told him you’d come,” Jane said.
Vincent was hiding behind his woman, holding a knife to her throat.
“You kill me, you kill your woman, Alexey. I told you, I was going to kill her.”
“You’re a coward, Vincent,” he said. “You can’t kill Jane, and you know why.”
Jane’s legs were together and Vincent was standing behind her. He pointed his gun left and right and Jane frowned, so he looked at her legs and raised his brows.
They had played this game many times before. Whenever he wanted her to open her legs, especially when he wanted to watch her play with herself, he would move his hand left to right, look at her in the same way he had, and raise his brows.