Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
My teeth sank into his neck hard enough to draw blood, and I moaned around his flesh as I pumped my cum deep inside of him.
“Mine,” I snarled once I released his skin from between my teeth. I licked at the blood on his neck, moaning low in my throat at the coppery taste of him.
He nodded, slumping beneath me, exhausted and cum drunk. “Yours,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Damn right, you fucking are, mouse. All fucking mine.
Chapter Ten
Maksim
“Get up.”
I jerked into a sitting position, my gritty eyes popping wide open and immediately burning as the bright light aimed in my direction assaulted them. Rurik was standing in my doorway, and he was shining his phone light on me. It was dark outside still, and a glance at my clock told me it was damn near three in the morning. Why the fuck was he bothering me at this ungodly hour? As it was, I was running on two hours of sleep. After Alfonzo had fucked me stupid in the woods, it’d been past midnight. And after putting my groceries away—what few hadn’t been ruined by sitting in the car for too long—I’d crashed in bed right around one.
“What?” I rasped. I pushed the blankets back and rubbed at my tired eyes. “What’s going on, Rurik?”
“I’ve got to get you out of here,” he told me. He jerked his chin in the direction of the hall. “Pack a bag with your necessities and some clothes. Then, meet me out by my car.”
A shiver of trepidation ran down my spine. What the fuck was happening? Why was Rurik coming to get me and telling me to pack? And why in the middle of the damn night? This wasn’t like him. Rurik, a diagnosed psychopath, didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.
I hurried out of bed and stuffed my feet into my shoes. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” I asked as I grabbed a backpack out of my closet. I shoved a couple pairs of everything I needed in it, wishing my stomach wasn’t cramping with the impending sense of doom.
“Anatoly found out about you and Alfonzo. He knows you fucked the enemy.” Oh, fuck. I was going to be sick. My head spun, and I had to lean heavily against the wall to get my bearings once more. Anatoly had found out. He’d found out I’d fucked Alfonzo. That I’d willingly let Alfonzo into my body. “I’m getting you out of here before you can face repercussions while I try to clean up this mess.”
“Why?” I rasped. Rurik didn’t owe me anything, and I wasn’t foolish enough to think he gave a shit. I was a solider, a mere pawn in Anatoly Balakin’s game. I was disposable and easily replaced.
“If a man like Alfonzo fucking Aguado decides to fuck you—the rival, the enemy—then he’s got an emotional stake in you. And if you’re beaten or killed because of what you two did mere hours ago, Alfonzo will start a war, and Rico Martinez will give him the full backing he needs to rip this family apart. This will fall out of our hands faster than we can blink.” He shook his head. “Anatoly has been tight-lipped on this whole plan and won’t even tell me what the reason is behind you’re job. So, I’m getting you out of here. I won’t see you killed because Anatoly is on some kind of fucking power trip.”
I didn’t like the dreadful feeling Rurik’s admittance left me with. He was Anatoly’s right hand man. He was aware of everything Anatoly did, but even he had no clue why Anatoly had given me this job. I could see why Alfonzo had been tasked with getting rid of me. I was a low-level soldier who’d been tasked with getting rid of him. I’d more than likely been caught snooping around, and Rico certainly wouldn’t have liked that.
But for me to take out Alfonzo… even Alfonzo had seen the problem with it if his statements on the situation were anything to go by, particularly his confusion on why I, someone with not near enough training, had been tasked with unaliving someone like him.
“I’m putting you on a private jet through one of my contacts,” Rurik continued as I threw my toiletries into the bag. “Your flight leaves at eight A.M. I need you to lay low until then, got it? Then get to the fucking airport. I’ll send you the information you need on this phone.” He held out a burner phone to me when I came out of the bathroom, and I took it with a hand that thankfully didn’t shake and shoved it into my pocket. “I’ll call you when I have things settled here and it’s safe for you to come home.”
I nodded stiffly. He turned and began walking off. I quickly hurried after him, and we piled into his expensive car. The ride was silent, and he dropped me off at a motel an hour away from the compound. Turning to look at me, he said, “I have a room booked for you. Just go to the desk, tell them my name, and say you lost your room card. Then, lay fucking low, Maksim. Understand?”