Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Each time he fucked her, he expected to slowly lose his desire for her, but he should have known differently. Ava was not like another woman. She was his addiction. The more time he was with her, the better it felt.
After dinner, they were laid on the sofa in the main sitting room, where they had sat for hours just yesterday. Knox had Ava between his thighs, and he teased a strand of her hair, and at the same time, he glanced down at his watch to see it was a little after eight at night.
“What’s wrong?” Ava asked.
He should have known she was a bit of a mind reader.
“Does Marshal usually stay out this late?” Knox asked.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Just past eight.”
Ava was still between his thighs and she shook her head. “To be honest, he rarely leaves the house. Most of the time he handles business on his cell, or with that thing connected to his ear.”
Knox didn’t like that feeling in his gut.
“What about his lawyer?” Knox asked.
“No, never.”
Ava spun around, her eyes a little wide. “You don’t think anything happened to him?”
He got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen, grabbing his cell phone. He checked to see if there were any missed calls. There was nothing. Opening his cell, he pulled up Marshal’s number, and then pressed the “call” button. Putting it on speaker, he waited, but the cell phone kept ringing. Then, it went to voicemail.
“What if something happened to him?” Ava asked.
“Don’t worry, okay? Let me handle this. Nothing is going to happen to Marshal, I’ve got eyes on him everywhere.” Knox did a quick search. He had put a GPS in the guy’s phone when he agreed to protect the man.
“He’s at the park,” Knox said.
“The park? Do you think he’s on a date?”
Knox sighed. “I’m going to check it out.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No,” Knox said. “You’re not going to leave this house, do you understand me?”
“What? You’re not serious.”
“Babe, that threat to me is still out there. No one knows I’m here, and no one is going to come for you. I’m not going to risk your life. I’m going to deal with our friend, and I’ll bring him back.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Until then, you stay here, you got it?”
She looked like she wanted to argue.
“I get that you want to help and I want you to help as well, but the only way you’re going to be able to help me is to stay here.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. He knew there was so much more she wanted to say to him and to argue, but she held it all in.
“You’re right. Go get him and bring him back. I’ll make some dinner.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her and quickly pulled on some clothes. Leaving Marshal’s home, he took one of his fancy cars and pulled out of the driveway, being sure to close the gate as he left.
Marshal still hadn’t left his spot, and Knox didn’t like the feeling that twisted in his gut that something was wrong. He appreciated Marshal giving them some space, but he didn’t want anything to happen to the man.
Pushing his foot to the gas, he got to the park in record time. Knox held his cell phone, and followed the direction that would lead him to Marshal. He didn’t know what he was going to find. Someone holding Marshal for ransom. Marshal in danger.
Instead, he found the other man sitting on the bench, with his hands on his lap, looking so damn ... lost. This was not what he expected.
He looked around, then toward Marshal, to make sure he was looking at the right person. Yep, it was Marshal, staring at the ground right in front of him.
Knox slowly approached him. This wouldn’t be the first time someone had planted a bomb or done some dodgy shit to take him out of the game.
“You all right?” Knox asked.
Marshal looked up. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s nearly nine and you rarely leave the house. Ava told me.”
“Wow, you know I’ve had three wives and a whole house full of staff, and you know, no one knew my whereabouts.” Marshal sighed.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“There wasn’t a meeting with the lawyer today, was there?”
“Fuck, no. That guy pisses me off. He takes my money, smiles at me as if he’s doing a damn fine job, and will get paid if he does a good job or a bad one. Fucking lawyers.”
“Is that seat taken?” Knox asked, and pointed to the space right beside him.
“No, it hasn’t been taken all day, and trust me, I’ve watched a lot of people come and go—so many people—and not a single person stopped and said hello to me. Some people sat on the end of the bench and kept talking. Even dogs ignored me. Fucking dogs, and aren’t they supposed to want attention?”