Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
If only Lyra knew just how right she was when she teased me about being a crazed serial killer for not having ice in my water. That right there should have been her warning sign. She should have seen red flags waving all around me and run for the fucking hills. Instead, she let me draw her right into my trap, exactly where she should never want to be.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some callous murderer. Well, not all the time. I’m definitely a little fucked in the head and perhaps slightly unhinged from time to time, but for the most part, I consider myself a successful businessman.
A killer for hire. A weapon for the highest bidder. A means to an end. As long as there’s money to be made, fun to be had, and a life to be lost, you can count me in. After all, it’s important that a well-rounded man enjoys what he does with his days. If there’s no enjoyment in your work, no passion, or enthusiasm, then what’s the point? Motivation for money only gets you so far, and in my industry, shit like that gets you nothing but twenty to life . . . or a death sentence. And while that sounds like a wild ride, I prefer not being caught up with law enforcement.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and as I watch Lyra sway her hips while mixing some drink called a Last Regret, my own regret begins pounding through me, knowing exactly what I’m about to find on my phone.
Checking the notification, I find a text from an unknown number, likely from a burner phone with nothing but a picture of my next hit and a location pinned on a map.
It’s go time. And unfortunately for me, that means my time at Black Velvet has come to an end. But that doesn’t mean this is over. Lyra said she gets off at two, and by ten past, I fully intend to be buried inside her.
It’s only just creeping up to midnight, and considering my target doesn’t move from the location pinned on the map, I should have more than enough time to cut across the city, find him, take the hit, and be back here with enough time to indulge in my latest fantasy.
Getting up from the bar, I immediately catch Lyra’s attention, and she arches a brow. “Leaving so soon?” she questions with a challenge in her sweet tone, probably wondering if I’d changed my mind and couldn’t follow through on my vow to leave her screaming.
An amused scoff tears from the back of my throat, and I find myself completely bewildered by this woman. Generally, they shrink away from me. They sense something isn’t right and go out of their way not to make eye contact. But not Lyra. So she’s either clueless with no survival instincts, or she’s something else entirely. Probably clueless.
“Things to do, Savage,” I tell her. “But don’t worry. I’ll be here at two to give you what you need.”
“What I need?” she questions. “You’re the one who can’t seem to look away. I see it in your eyes. You’re obsessed. You need this more than I do. I can get what I need from any one of the hundreds of men in this bar. But something tells me it’s not that simple for you. You know what you like, and nothing less is ever going to be enough. You want me and only me.”
Well, fuck. She’s got me there. But she doesn’t need to know that.
She grins, her eyes shining with silent laughter. “And to think I was about to take my break, and let you have your way with me in the back alley. Suppose it’ll have to wait.”
I clench my jaw. I might be a nightmare, but this woman is about to be the bane of my existence, yet I want it more than I could have ever prepared for. There’s no doubt that I’m going to destroy her, but this feisty little vixen might just beat me to the punch.
“Two a.m., Lyra. You better be here when I get back. And don’t even think about keeping me waiting.”
Lyra’s only response is a satisfied smirk, and despite how fucking stunning she is, I can’t wait to wipe the look off her face. Preferably when I’m pushing past her gag reflexes, and she’s choking on my cock.
God. I can’t fucking wait.
Suddenly having no interest in my job, I turn on my heel and reluctantly make my way toward the main entrance, weaving through the hundreds of bodies crammed into Black Velvet.
What I wouldn’t give to follow Lyra out to that back alley, but like I said, I’m a businessman, and I’m not letting a payday slip away because I’ve stupidly allowed myself to become infatuated by some woman who spends her Friday nights dancing on bars with a wet see-through tank.