Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Alen’s meaty palm was wrapped so tightly around her arm that there was no doubt there would be bruises when all this was over.
Despite that, she was staring fucking daggers at Alen.
That’s my girl.
My gaze moved over her, taking in the bruise on her cheek, the dried blood under her nose.
My blood turned to battery acid.
“I was just telling your friend here that if you didn’t show up in another minute or two, she and I were going to have some fun.”
Alen looked nothing like the guy I’d once known.
He’d once been a tall, fit, gym-rat sort of guy with no neck and a round face. But bad habits had dissolved all that muscle.
Still, he was a bulky guy.
Even without all his old strength, he could easily overpower someone as small as Saff.
“Why don’t you take that tape off her, so she can go?” I said, moving closer.
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“Why not? She has nothing to do with us.”
“See? I think you’re lying,” Alen said, his hazel eyes narrowing at me. “See, she had a key to the front door…”
“Lots of people have a key to the front door. We have a lot of people working here now.”
“No, we don’t, do we?”
“Look, Alen, I get you being a little confused—”
“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not confused. I’m pissed.”
“Okay. Pissed. I can see that. But you have to understand—”
“That the so-called friend who has everything he has in life because of me decided to fuck me over on his new deal? No, Sore. I don’t think I will understand that.”
“You were going to prison,” I reminded him.
“Clearly not.” He waved a hand down at his body.
“I thought you were going to prison. Was I supposed to put my life and business on hold for a decade?”
“You definitely shouldn’t have cut me out, acted like I’m not the man to put you where you are.”
I could feel Saff’s gaze on me. I knew I would see a million questions there. I couldn’t bring myself to look, to face the confusion, anger, and betrayal.
Besides, something told me it wasn’t smart to take my eyes off of Alen.
“I couldn’t cut you in when you were behind bars, Al. You know that.”
“You fucked me over. You’ve been fucking me over for years,” he snarled, yanking Saff’s arm hard.
Unprepared for the movement, she stumbled over her own feet, sending her falling down to her knees.
My heart dropped at the thud as she landed.
My gaze was on her as her eyes flicked up.
I’d seen her fire before.
But this was something brighter, hotter, more lethal.
If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I might have missed it.
Her arms yanked out from behind her back, no longer bound, then her one hand came whipping across her body.
The small bit of light in the club caught on something metal in her hand just a second before she stabbed it into the hand that was still holding her arm.
Alen’s roar filled the room, but Saff was unaffected as she whirled out of his reach, then jumped off the stage and ran toward me.
I braced, sure she was about to slap—or stab—me.
And, hell, I’d have deserved it.
But her hand shot out, reaching under my shirt, and grabbing the damn gun out of my waistband.
I wasn’t even sure how she could have known it was there.
She slid off the safety then raised the gun with one hand while reaching to yank the tape off her mouth with the other.
“Seems like we have a lot to talk about,” she said, giving me a hard look before rushing back toward the stage as Alen clutched his hand to his chest, the blood soaking through his shirt.
“You have no idea how badly you just fucked up,” she said, kicking him so hard behind the knee that despite his size advantage, he went down on his knee.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the swiftness of her action, how confident she’d been with the knife and now the gun.
But then the damn door burst open.
And several men rushed inside.
“Saff!” a voice called.
“Right here, Renz,” she called back.
“You alright?” another voice asked. It took a second to realize he was speaking to me.
Turning, I saw Bastian.
With a gun in his hand.
My gaze shot around, seeing Saff’s driver—and camera installer—making his way toward the stage.
“Alen Hakobyan, you piece of shit,” the man Saff had called Renz said, shaking his head. “The fuck you doing in my neck of the woods, huh?”
“Renzo, no, no. It’s not like that. This is personal.”
“Renz, how the hell are you here right now?” Saff asked, brows pinched as the man came across the stage on the other side of Alen.
“I got a call.”
“Fucking Cormac,” Saff grumbled.
“Cormac Gallagher?” Renzo asked, head cocked to the side. “Why would he call me?”
“Ugh, great,” Saff said, sighing.