Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
She takes my hand and places it back on her face. “I’m not. I swear, Miles. You’re my peace.” I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers. “Honestly, I was worried about the touching thing, but I’m not anymore.” I fiercely kiss her lips, but then I remember the bruising. It doesn’t seem to bother her as much as before, but now that the adrenaline’s worn off, it’s a little rough.
She groans, so I back off. “I’m sorry, love.”
“I’m not. I need your kisses. The pain only reminds me that I’m alive.”
“I’ve got something else to show you how alive you are,” I growl. She giggles when I lift her onto my lap, letting her feel my stiffness.
“Please. I need you, Miles.” As soon as we get inside, I take her to our room where we shower off the day and make slow, passionate love. The way I devour every inch of her, she should have no doubts left about my love or desire.
By morning, we move our entire family down to Steeleville where they will be completely safe.
****
The next week had been nothing but planning for our wedding while the Vegas world learned that Novak suddenly took his own life.
It’s the strangest thing. Reports believe it’s because he was going bankrupt, but others believe it was because he was diagnosed with an uncurable cancer and wanted to take the easy out. No one questioned his death when the news was so abysmal, and he’d lost so much money online gambling. Who knew the man had an addiction to sports betting that went back a decade? I did, since I made it up with actual receipts. It’s amazing what you can do when you use your gifts for revenge.
Of course, I also planted the fake cancer report for good measure.
In reality, it’s quite a different story.
Four days ago…
“It’s good of you to see me,” I say, entering his property unannounced and unseen. “Don’t bother hitting that button. It doesn’t work.” I can see his hand under the desk where his emergency switch is located. It’s really entertaining to see the color drain from a man’s face when he realizes that he’s face-to-face with the man he betrayed.
“What do you want?” he stammers.
“You tried to kill my woman.” I remain calm and collected when I want to snap his neck.
He throws up his hands and shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything. It was all Jacob Brodsky,” he exclaimed, trying to save himself, but nothing could do that now.
“Yes, who happens to be your illegitimate child.”
“How did you come to that realization?” After Elsa said she’d seen Novak at school, I wondered why he was there on occasion, I checked the student roster. His son graduated three years before Elsa did, so it didn’t take long before I found out which kid he went to see.
“I’ve got the right people, and besides, after looking at that fucker, it was obvious he has your fucking crooked-ass nose. To think I assumed it was broken in a fight. You’re just one ugly son of a bitch.”
“Yeah, you sent him after her all those years ago, and now he’s paid the price.” From the look in his cold, beady eyes, he couldn’t deny it if he tried. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out?”
Forgoing the denials, he shrugs and says, “It took you so long to figure out he was related.”
“We didn’t know anything about the little shit and his attack on Elsa. She wanted the memory to be washed away. See, some women don’t want to deal with the gross feeling that they were almost violated by someone they trusted. She was fortunate that he hadn’t gotten to what he planned, but it was because she was trained and not isolated.”
He slammed his fist down. “She wasn’t even raped. She threw a fit, and my son paid for it.”
“Really? He touched her, put his mouth on her, and he nearly got what he wanted, but she escaped his grasp. Seconds more, and he would have been buried years ago.”
“Now, let’s have a drink together before I finish what you started.”
I pour a drink for each of us with the laced bottle and hand it to him. Of course, my people brought it in to match the one he had. It was his favorite and he was an avid drinker, so he quickly downed the first glass. “Damn. Save some for the rest of us.”
“If you’re going to kill me, I might as well get wasted first.” He swirls his glass and grunts his disgust.
“I’m not going to kill you…yet.”
He takes another large gulp down. I hide my smirk as I noticed the slow shake of his hand. This time, the drugs are affecting him.
“What did you do to me?” he asked as his body weakens.