Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I’m going to grab a few things from her room.” I tell them, leaving them to collect what’s needed here.
I grab a couple of bags out of her closet and start tossing clothes and other items inside. I got a few things before, but she’ll need more. I can order shit, but that will take a day or two. There isn’t a chance in hell she’ll be coming back here.
When I pack as much as I can in a couple of bags, I head back toward the living room to see Damon and Jax lifting a print off the coffee table. I take the bags and drop them next to the front door.
My mind snaps back to the other condo on this floor. I have to go check it. I debate telling my brothers but decide against it. I slip out and down the hallway, sliding my key into the lock. It clicks, and I push the door open.
Quietly, I shut the door, but there is no stopping the small snick sound as it does. There is no sign of anything in the entryway. This condo has the same layout as the other. The only light spills in from the outside; the moon is bright tonight.
I clear the empty living room and then the kitchen, but a cup on the counter catches my eye. Anyone could have left it. I move down the hallway toward the bedrooms, clearing the first. I push open two doors—the second one and one more to the left to clear. I freeze when I hear a creak. I press my foot down and feel the weak spot in the floor, and it lets out another creak.
I shake my head at myself, entering fully into the second bedroom and not seeing anything. I push open the closet and lean inside as the sound of another creak hits my ears, and I know for a fact it's not me.
I spin around to see a figure in all black swinging at me. I lean back, and the blade of a knife grazes my cheek. I reach under and out, grabbing the forearm holding the knife and twisting.
The knife drops, but he swings at me with his other hand. I block it with my arm as I sweep a foot out. The man starts to fall, but I grab him by the hoodie he's wearing and slam him into the wall. The hood falls free as my eyes lock with ones I know well.
I keep him braced against the wall with one hand and use my other hand to wrap around his throat. He's quick, his hand wrapping around mine.
"Marino," he says, his voice thick. I'm a good five inches taller than him, but not a lick of fear shows on his face.
"You thought to kill me?" I ask.
"You thought I wouldn't?"
"I don't know what the fuck you're doing."
The fucker smirks, and I know that smirk too. It's almost disarming. Almost.
"That's the point." He lets all his body weight go, releasing his hold on me in the process. It catches me off guard, and he nails me in the stomach. I expect to feel the blade enter me, but instead I feel a shock.
I grit my teeth as the electrical charge floods my body, and I step back a few feet.
"Impressive." He grabs the knife from off the floor. It's not my first time being hit with a stun gun. Silas points the knife toward me; we're a good distance from each other. "You've got my girl."
"She's not your girl anymore." I'm not sure what I’m doing right now. But trying to provoke him so he'll charge me seems like a decent idea.
"You going to try to kill me?"
“Yes.” He gives that fucking smirk again, and I know he knows I’m bluffing. I won’t kill him. Not yet at least. Not until I have Bonte’s permission to do so. There is no way in hell I’d be able to live with myself if she hated me for offing her dad. He may be a psychopath, but she doesn’t view him in that way. Not completely, anyway.
“Tell my angel I’ll be seeing her soon,” Silas says before he throws the knife toward me. I drop down to my knees, and it goes right over my head, lodging itself into the wall behind me.
Silas is already out the bedroom door. “Fuck.” I push to my feet as I hear the front door open and slam closed. I know my brothers would have heard that.
I pull the knife out of the wall, going for the last bedroom. There isn’t much here but a bed pallet on the floor and a bag he left behind.
“Eros!” Jax bellows before I hear a loud crashing sound. The front door gives way, and my brothers enter.
“It’s clear,” I shout back so they know they’re good to come fully in without a check. A second later, they both appear at the door of the room I’m in.