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)
Men’s heads turned as they made their way through the ballroom. The whole party screamed of wealth.
That didn’t stop the bounty hunters, and Marshal seemed to get a sense that his life was on the line as well. He fidgeted a lot. This is what Marshal did when he was nervous. To some, it might seem he was on drugs. He wasn’t, he just wasn’t able to control his body when he was nervous.
Ava, however, was always in control. Her head was raised just a little higher, and it was like she refused to acknowledge the sight of men looking at her.
Knox didn’t like it. Any man that looked in his direction as if to treat him as competition, got the glare. He would kill anyone who even attempted to get close to her. He placed a possessive hand at her back, making all of them aware she was taken. He would not be giving up this woman.
“I see Blondie,” Ava said, leaning in close.
She smelled like vanilla and honey, a wickedly sweet combination, but one that had him getting harder than a fucking rock. Now was not the time to be losing his head. He had to stay focused.
He looked across the room, and sure enough, he spotted Marshal’s wife. Marshal turned toward the two of them and stole a glass of wine off a passing waiter’s tray.
“I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, I could pass all my fortune to you, Knox, and just live with you. I could totally redecorate your house, and put a little color into your ... world.”
“You want to let her ruin your life?” Knox asked.
“Tell me I’m safe right now,” Marshal said.
Ava reached out and took the glass of wine from Marshal’s hand. “You are safe right now because Knox is here to protect you. Do you think this is over? She wants that money you want to sign over to Knox. She is not going to stop until she gets it, and right now, she thinks she has a right to it, because you’re not doing anything to stop her. There are vile and vicious men out there, as well as equally vile and vicious women. Do not let her actions go unpunished. She thinks she can get away with killing you. Do not let her win, and that is a damn order.” She held up the USB key Marshal had given her. “We end this now.”
Ava looked toward Knox and he nodded.
“Time to go and make a scene,” Knox said.
He wouldn’t mind Marshal hanging out at the house, even without the money. He had become a nice guy to talk to. It also helped that when he was away, Marshal had been more than happy to keep an eye on Ava. This was the only downside to some of his business trips—he couldn’t always take Ava with him. He knew she could handle herself, and no one was going to try and stop Ava.
With his hands on Marshal’s shoulders, he had already signaled the undercover cop to be ready. It was time to let the games begin.
Marshal had seen his wife, but his wife hadn’t seen him. The moment Knox got Marshal to break through the crowd, he saw how nervous the man’s wife was. Her eyes went wide. She did have a lover on her arm, as expected. From the moment Patricia had met Marshal, she’d been cheating on him, always looking for a bigger meal ticket.
“Marshal? Oh, my, it is so good to see you.”
She went to move in close but Knox stepped forward. Patricia recognized him, and he saw the glare in her eyes.
Ava was already working her magic, as the screen behind them showed the evidence Marshal had been keeping close to his chest.
“I’m going to have a lot of money. All you’ve got to do is kill him. Marshal is a fucking loser, and he doesn’t deserve his money. Kill him, and you will be rewarded.”
Patricia’s voice played over the speaker loud and clear.
“You hired people to kill me.”
Patricia had gone pale. “What is this?”
She looked panicked. Afraid.
Marshal didn’t let her back down.
“Do you really think I didn’t know the kind of woman I married?” Marshal asked. “Trust me, I knew, but I was going to wait until we had at least a couple of anniversaries before divorcing you. I thought it would be funny to watch you squirm. You signed a prenuptial agreement, baby, and in the event of my death, all my money goes to the charities I was working with. You wouldn’t have gotten a penny.”
Patricia threw herself at Marshal, but Knox grabbed her around the waist. “I did warn you when you attempted to hire me that this was not going to end the way you thought.”
The police came in, and the press were taking pictures as the scandal of the night took over, and Marshal was spoken to by police. Knox made himself scarce, and just like he knew he’d find her, Ava was in a darkened corner, where no one would dare look for her.