Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Jensen stood, a deep frown on his face. “Niall, I think you should get Harlow inside.”
“You were going to do it.” Harlow didn’t seem to care that Jensen had gone super serious. She was pissed and not giving an inch. “You were going to walk right up to the man and pull the trigger and damn the consequences. You were going to kill him, and it didn’t matter that you had people who cared about you, people who would be devastated that you died. People who couldn’t stand the thought of living the rest of their lives without you.”
Niall gasped because that was the moment he saw Jensen’s hands go up and the red dot painted on his chest.
“Baby girl, I’m so happy you said that,” a deep voice said, and Chase Dawson peeled from the shadows and placed a pistol to the base of Jensen’s head. “Because that’s exactly how I feel about you, and I’m not going to let this two-bit asshole criminal cost you everything. Jack, I have him. You can come in. Jensen Wiley, I think you’re about to find out you’re under arrest.”
Niall stood and realized his best friend was about to get arrested by their future father-in-law.
* * * *
Harlow stared at her father in the moonlight. “What are you doing? Jensen, get over here. He is not going to arrest you.”
“I’m not. Jack is,” Dad said as though that was a completely reasonable thing to say. As though it was perfectly normal for him to sneak up on her boyfriend and put a gun to the back of his head while her cousin held a sniper rifle on him. He was in all black. A dramatic uniform for a dramatic man.
Also, hypocrite. “You were going to snipe him? Are you even kidding me right now?”
Her father was paranoid about a couple of things. Germs. Public food. Hospitals. Strangely, rural strip clubs. She did not ask about that. But the thing he was really freaked out about? Getting sniped. How many arguments had she listened to about perfectly nice windows being turned into a killing zone?
“I didn’t know if that one would be in on it. I needed Jack to cover my back, and I thought the best way would be him on the roof. If the roof holds him. I think this place should be condemned.” Dad nodded toward Niall. “You should keep your distance, Griffen. I’m still not certain you don’t have something to do with this.”
“Harlow, have I ever told you that your dad is a nut bag?” Jack jogged in, carrying a rifle. “Could we stand down, Chase? I told you I need to talk to him. I didn’t say I was going to throw him on the ground and arrest him.”
“No. You said you have proof that he’s been paid over a million dollars by Hamilton,” Dad said.
The whole night seemed to still.
“What?” Harlow asked, the words shocking her. She was pissed at Jensen, but not for a second did she believe he would take a million dollars from Hamilton. No way. Unless he thought it was a way to get closer to him.
But he said he was rethinking his plans, that he had started to wonder if this is what his brother would have wanted.
Would he say all of that so he could soften her up? So she would talk to Jack and maybe find a way to fix the situation she’d gotten him into?
“I would like to point out that I wanted to talk to the three of you on the phone, but when you fled you didn’t exactly leave a number for me to use,” Jack explained in his slow Texas accent. “Hence, I had to connect with everyone’s favorite crazy-ass uncle here. Also, you should know he’s pissed off Big Tag, or at least he will when Big Tag finds out he hacked his system to turn on your tracker. Now I did make use of that, but I would prefer that we don’t mention it because I would like to stay on the big guy’s good side. I’ve heard he sends his daughters out when he’s pissed at a man, and I personally am going to need my balls later in life. It would be a damn shame not to pass on these genes of mine.”
“I told you that tracker was going to get us in trouble,” Jensen said under his breath.
“That tracker is the only reason you’re still alive, asshole,” Dad shot back.
Which made no sense whatsoever. “If I didn’t have the tracker, we would still be talking this out without my father here threatening to kill my boyfriend.”
Dad frowned but that gun didn’t move. He was older but he kept in excellent shape, so he could hold that gun up all night long. “He is not your boyfriend. He’s the guy who kidnapped you.”