Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Get some men together. Drive around the local motels and sites where someone would park their car to sleep off a comedown.”
My stomach knots when Levi nods and walks back toward the front door. “On it, Boss.”
“Levi,” I call out, halting him.
“Yeah?”
I fidget for a second, trying to think of something to stall him and then say, “Don’t let him drive if you find him. He was pretty wasted when he left.”
“I’ll take care of it,” he assures me. “Don’t worry.”
“Thanks.” I can’t think of anything else to say without being suspicious.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Turning his attention back on me, Adam asks, “What time is Roza coming home?”
I’m focused on the front door when Levi leaves through it, and Adam has to repeat himself to get my attention.
“Ally, what time is my niece coming home?”
“An hour,” I rush out, jumping off the stool and turning the coffee machine on. “In an hour.”
I’m being too jittery and obvious. Calm down, Alyona.
“My brother’s never killed anyone,” he states, coming up behind me so close I feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“What?”
“Jeremiah,” he says, matter of fact. “He wouldn’t know how to kill us. He’s never had to do anything for himself because he’s always had me.”
“He had a gun,” I whisper, pressing the buttons to make an espresso. Exhaustion is finally washing over me.
Adam presses his body into mine from behind, crowding me in. “It’s for show. I gave it to him so he would feel important. Dangerous. But he doesn’t even know how to use it.” Cool air breezes up my spine when he moves away. “I’ll go meet back up with Levi and help look around for Jeremiah.”
“Wait,” I gasp, panic driving my actions. Grasping onto his shirt, I tug him toward me. “What if he’s right?”
“About what?” he probes, his gaze darkening as he studies me.
Flicking my eyes up to his, peering through my lashes, I bite my lip. “I’ve denied that there’s an attraction here. Been defensive about it, but what if…”
“Shhhh.” He smiles, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let’s just find him first. The rest we can sort out after.”
My phone pings, and Adam’s attention darts to my pocket.
“That could be him,” he says, gesturing at it.
When I don’t pull it out of my pocket, he frowns and reaches to do it. I shake my head and step back. “Sorry, it’s distracting when you’re so close.” I offer a timid smile, but he’s still frowning.
Slipping my phone out, I glance at the screen and shake my head. “It’s just Amelia.”
“What does she want?”
Ignoring him I change the subject, “Do you think we should call the police?” I ask, stealing his focus from my phone.
“No. Not yet. Let me try and find him before we involve the cops.”
“Are you sure? Maybe…”
“Ally,” he snaps, grabbing my chin with his thumb and forefinger spitefully. The prick I know so well stands in place of the lust driven man from moments before. “I’ll find my brother. You do your job and wait for Roza to come home. Don’t mention anything to our mother and wait for me to return. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He pats my cheek before turning on his heel and leaving.
A shudder rocks my body. I have to stop myself from taking another shower to wash his ick off me.
Swiping to the message on my phone, that was, in fact, not Amelia, I sigh in relief when I read the message.
Done.
“Ally!” Adam’s voice blares from outside, and I freeze.
Shit. He’s found the nun girl’s body in his vehicle…
“Ally.” He pushes through the front door, eyes wild and wide, phone in hand. “Levi says the police found a wreck about three miles from here.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Get in the car.”
“What, why?” I stumble over my words.
He marches toward me and grabs me by my underarm. “It could be Jeremiah.”
“But…”
“Just get in the damn car, Ally.”
Crap. This was not part of the plan.
Chapter Seventeen
Rodion
“Why isn’t he leaving?” Z growls beside me, his hands fisting on his thighs. “He’s going back inside.”
“Patience,” I reply, gently closing my hand over his and squeezing.
He’s been coiled tight since discovering the fact that we had a child.
A fucking kid.
Us.
We weren’t made for fatherhood, and Alyona knew it, too. But why the hell she thought Jeremiah would be a better alternative is infuriating.
“He’s coming back out and he’s not alone,” Z hisses, blowing air through his clenched teeth.
We watch intently as Adam pulls Alyona across the driveway, opens the passenger side door of his red sports car, and guides her inside.
She looks uneasy, flicking her eyes around the surroundings, no doubt looking for any sign of us.
Adam’s car is an indicator that, like his brother, he has a small cock. Fitting the woman in the trunk proved to be difficult, and we ended up having to break her legs to make her fit.