Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Victor moved up between my spread thighs. His chin still glistening from my arousal, and then he kissed me. At the same time, I felt the tip of his cock as he pressed against my core, and it made me gasp, arching up, wanting to feel him inside me.
Slowly, inch by inch, he sank to the hilt deep within me, making me cry out. I looked up into his eyes, and I was captured by him. He pulled out and then slid back inside. Within seconds, he had my lips trapped beneath his own, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
This situation was not ideal, however, I knew it was going to be okay, as long as we had each other.
That was all that mattered.
Chapter Fifteen
Victor
I slam the knife into the back of the neck, twisting it, and wait until any last sign of life leaves his body. Pulling the knife out, cleaning it on his clothes, and then I call Ivan to let him know what just happened.
We’d been traveling four months. That was what I liked to call it, but the truth was, we were on the run. This was not the first man that had gotten close to us. This was the sixth man, and I was aware of The Beast and The Butcher taking care of trouble as well. It was rare for me to even see any of them, but here we were. Another dead body.
“Yes?” Ivan asked.
“We’ve got another one.”
“I’ll deal with it.”
“Ivan, they’re becoming more frequent,” I said. “You want to tell me what is going on?”
This was the hard part about moving constantly, Ivan didn’t like to do a lot of talking over the phone. With the threat of The Grid still very much in place, he preferred to give us updates face-to-face. I hadn’t seen him in approximately three weeks. This was always a bad sign.
“I’ll update you soon,” Ivan said.
“Don’t you fucking dare hang up on me.” I could almost sense him wanting to terminate the phone call. “Four months with no resolve. Four fucking months, moving through each territory, never settling down. She’s going crazy, Ivan. We need to figure this out, and we need to do it fast.”
“We will.”
And before I could demand an update, he hung up the fucking phone, and that just served to piss me the fuck off. I gritted my teeth, then kicked the body of the man I had just killed. Another member of The Grid.
The last update we had gotten from Ivan was, he suspected he knew Harris’s location. Instead, there had been more people who had come after us. They seemed to know exactly where we would be.
Searching the body, I found his cell phone, several other documents, and I took them, heading back up to my and Freya’s hotel room. We were actually booked in under Slavik and Aurora’s name. They came to this hotel regularly when they wanted to be alone. It should have been easy, instead we had that guy following us. I told Freya to head upstairs, while I took care of it.
Now, I made my way back upstairs and went straight to our room. Freya was there, pacing back and forth. The moment I entered, she looked at me and then ran, throwing herself into my arms.
“Thank God,” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my face against her neck.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, pulling away to cup my face.
“It’s as good as can be expected.”
I didn’t want her to worry.”
But from the look on her face, she was already worried.
“They’re getting closer.”
“Yeah,” I said. “The longer we’re on the run, the easier at times it can be to find us. We tend to leave ... tracks.”
Freya sighed and then pulled away. “You could have died.”
“No, I couldn’t. This guy was sloppy.”
She spun in a circle, looking around at the hotel room. “We can’t even go to a hotel under different names. It’s impossible.”
“No, nothing is impossible. You’ve just got to give us time, Freya.”
“Time?”
“Yes, time, and we’ll get all of this figured out. Trust me.” I went to her and cupped her face.
“What if next time they succeed in killing you? What then?” she asked.
“You run like hell.”
“Victor, please, this is not ... this isn’t funny. This isn’t even fair to you.”
I didn’t care if it was funny or fair. What I did care about was making sure she was safe. That was all I wanted to do. Nothing could happen to her. It had come close several times.
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “We’ll make it work.”
“What if we stop running?” Freya asked.
“What?”
“Look at us. Running is not working. I’m going crazy and you hate it. This is not working and they’re still coming. So, what if we just go back home and live our lives?”