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)
Niall raised a hand. “Actually, Mr. Dawson, I was the one who drove the car.”
Her father was so obnoxious. “No one kidnapped me. And you’re probably right about the boyfriend part. I was using that word to spare your sensitive ears. So let’s be honest. He’s the guy I’m currently screwing on a nightly basis. So is Niall. Dad, I get it. You’re scared. Okay. I’ll give you some grace on that, but you are not arresting Jensen.”
“I would like to talk about that million dollars,” Jensen said haltingly, his hands still up. “Because the last time I checked I was down to four hundred fifty-two dollars and twenty-nine cents. It was definitely not a million. I would not be living in that cramped apartment if I had a million dollars.”
“A little more,” Jack said with a yawn. “It’s one point two million, and from what I can tell it was transferred to your account in the last couple of days. I might have mentioned this to your dad. It’s incredibly shady timing for a large transfer of funds. I’m sure Hamilton intended to send some hacker in to make it look better, or this was going to be a payoff so Jensen here doesn’t go to the cops, but either way we do have to talk about it. I came because Chase wouldn’t let me come alone, and he wouldn’t give me the address. He’s a big old pain in my ass.”
“And you’re playing fast and loose with the law, Jack. You know you should arrest him and bring him in for questioning,” her dad argued.
Harlow could see the problem with that. “If you haul him into a police station or FBI headquarters, Hamilton will figure out where he is. Do you honestly think he doesn’t have a way to get to Jensen inside a prison? Seriously? Are you trying to kill him?”
“It would solve so many of my problems, daughter,” her dad admitted.
Niall huffed and shook his head. “I think we should probably pack up and find another safe house since this one is completely compromised.”
“I know how to ditch a freaking tail. I’ve been doing it since long before you were in diapers, son,” Dad said with frown. “I’m certainly not going to let some criminal kingpin follow me to where my daughter has been kidnapped.”
She stared at her father. “Are you serious right now?”
“Well, you were definitely not in your right mind when you left the safe building to go on the run while assassins are stalking you with only two dumbass boys to watch your back. Harlow, they are not watching your back. They are watching your boobs, and that is how they will get you killed.”
“Their eyes are going to kill me through my boobs or someone’s going to shoot me in the backside?” She was not following her father’s logic. “And they have been extremely interested in my backside. Let me tell you there is a whole lot of watching that part of me.”
“I did not need to know that,” her dad said, his voice tight, and even in the moonlight she could see how he’d gone faintly green.
“I think that as long as your dad has a gun, maybe we should avoid talking about anything that might or might not have happened earlier in the evening.” Jensen proved he actually had some self-preservation instincts.
“Now, see, that is a story I am interested in,” Jack admitted. “You joining the ménage life, cousin?”
“She certainly is not. Not with these two,” her dad replied. “They are a part of her ridiculous need to rebel. She went out and picked two men she knew would set her parents off entirely.”
“You don’t even know them.” Her father was impossible. “You’ve literally met them once.”
“You think I need to meet them?” Dad asked, but at least he brought the gun down. He frowned her way. “You think I don’t have a full dossier on both of them?”
“And what do you object to?” Harlow asked. “Beyond Jensen being a dumbass in need of therapy instead of revenge. I’ll give you that, but you should have figured out that he was trying to protect me when he left me behind to get arrested.”
“To get the shit kicked out of you,” her dad countered.
“I did not plan on that. I assure you I will find that fucker in jail and deal with him,” Jensen vowed.
Her dad rolled his cool blue eyes. “Like I didn’t already do that.”
Harlow felt her jaw drop. “What did you do?”
A broad shoulder shrugged. “He’s alive. The Russian mob knows how to shank a guy and leave his ass alive. I think I’ll have it happen every three years or so. Like regularly enough that he knows it’s going to happen, but he doesn’t know when it’s going to happen. I want him thinking about it all the time. And before you yell at me for getting into the mob’s pocket, I paid them. I’m betting I can get a frequent buyer discount.”