Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
In all his forty years, nothing had made him weak. He didn’t have a weakness. He was a deadly killer. Fierce.
No one could ever know his wife was becoming his weakness.
Chapter Two
This was insane.
Winnie had awakened at six in the morning to get ready. She was wrapped in her robe, her hair pinned in rollers, and sat at her vanity, applying makeup. The foundation had decided to pill, which was just fucking crazy. She hadn’t struggled with foundation in so long, and today of all days, her makeup decided to take a beating. The bronzer was sticky, the blush too bright. Her hands shook as her nerves started to get worked up.
She ended up washing her face, repeating the whole skin care routine, and then going simple, with a skin tint and minimal makeup.
Once that was done, she finished her hair and changed into one of her favorite summer dresses. It was a cute pastel yellow, with thick straps so she could still wear a bra, and this fell to her ankles but had a slit up to her knee, allowing her the space to walk. It was comfortable, and not figure-hugging.
No matter how many diets she went on, or exercise routines she stuck to, her hips stayed the same—full, rounded—and were not disappearing. She decided to stop fighting nature and just love the body she was in. It did take time. Years of being called fat and ugly had gotten her to this moment.
She took a deep breath, expelled it, and made her way into the kitchen. It was already eight o’clock, and it had taken her two hours to get ready. The scent of coffee told her Elias was already awake.
She had no idea why she felt nervous. The moment she made her way to the kitchen, she saw her husband was already sitting at the dining room table, sipping his coffee.
Without another word, she went to the kitchen, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a cup. Next, she went to the fridge, added a splash of milk, no sugar. She felt nervous, and she knew it was stupid to feel this way.
The first time she met Elias, he’d been killing people. That hadn’t scared her. In fact, she’d been thankful he’d been there, and she hadn’t been alone.
Why did the thought of going out with her husband make her nervous?
Because it is something you want to do and you’re nervous he is going to hate it.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she grabbed a bowl and a spoon and made her way to the table. They had shared many breakfasts throughout the last four years. This seemed to be hard for some reason.
This was the first time he was taking her out with her own desires in mind. She didn’t know what had inspired this, but she wanted him to enjoy it. Now she couldn’t help but overthink everything.
He didn’t say a word as she sat down, poured her cereal, and started to eat. She didn’t look in his general direction, and instead stayed focused on what she was doing.
Time passed, and the moment she finished her food and coffee, they were heading out the door. It was a little after nine by this point, and already the artisan market was in full swing.
Elias didn’t allow his guards to get too close, which she appreciated. There were so many different stores, and at first, she struggled to take it all in. Mainly because her husband was by her side, monitoring everything. Sure, he had told her on more than one occasion that there were always threats to their lives. He had a lot of enemies, but so far, in the last four years, nothing had happened. There had been a few times someone had come at them with a gun. There were always guards at the ready, but nothing had personally happened to her. She was grateful for that.
Also, Elias had insisted she take some personal defense training. It was non-negotiable. She knew how to protect herself in the event of an attack, which she hoped would never happen. He’d also insisted she learn how to fire a gun—again, something she could now do. There had been some knife training, and unfortunately, that hadn’t gone quite well. She thought the knife one of the guards had been using to train her was a prop. It wasn’t, and she kind of … stabbed him. The guy, bless him, was alive, and he didn’t have any resentment toward her for what happened. Nate was a good guy, but he also insisted to Elias that she didn’t need to learn. So, she was prepared to defend herself.
Right now, with her husband by her side, she was not really prepared for anything. The market did eventually become a welcome distraction as she looked at the handmade trinkets, bags, and everything from food to clothing. She even saw several independent makeup companies present as well.