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)
It was either someone coming to murder them all or it was her other dad trying to save his more obnoxious half from completely decimating his relationship with her.
“Papa’s here.” The assassin would be more subtle. He probably wouldn’t be driving at a breakneck speed in the middle of the night.
“Damn it.” Dad frowned and watched the car pulling up. “I told him I would handle this and he said he was okay with it.”
Jack had his rifle up against his chest again. “How the hell do they know where we are? Also, we can’t be sure it’s them. It could be Hamilton’s men.”
Her dad sighed. “Nope. I can feel him. Lying liar. He never was okay with it. He knew I couldn’t be talked out of it, so he agreed and then followed me.”
“I thought you knew how to ditch a tail,” Jack said, the words tinged with accusation.
“He didn’t really follow me. He sent Nat in to ask Big Tag politely for the address so she could save Harlow from my tyranny. Or something like that. If Ian wouldn’t give it to her, Ruby would.” Her dad started to walk around the house toward the front lawn. “We’re about to have a throwdown, my twin and I. He’s putting you in danger.”
“Don’t scream, baby.” Niall put his hands on her shoulders. “We talked about this. He’s afraid.”
“He’s an asshole,” Jensen proclaimed and then frowned. “I kind of like him. The Russian mob prison thing was a pretty cool move. You have to admit it.”
“I admit nothing except that this is a complete clusterfuck. My dad brought my cousin out here to arrest you and now my papa is going to spend the rest of the night trying to talk sense into him and we’re sitting ducks.” Did no one understand? “We’re going back to Dallas tomorrow. Jensen, if you want to have any shot at a relationship with me at the end of this, you’ll do what I tell you.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m talking to Jack. I would think you would want me to cooperate with the authorities.”
“She does, but she also knows her cousin is a shark, and she wants you to be protected,” Niall tried.
He was the smarter of the two. “What he said. I love Jack but if he thinks turning you over helps his case, he’ll do it and tell me to thank him for saving me.”
“That’s not what he said,” Jensen pointed out with a sigh.
“For a man who has spent the last couple of years of his life inside a cutthroat criminal organization, you sound like Suzy Fucking Sunshine,” she shot back.
“Harlow, I’m not going to throw your boyfriend to the wolves.” Jack stood there listening in like it was his right.
“Sure. Well, I’d still like for him to have a lawyer.” She knew all of her cousin’s moves. Not only did he believe in the rule of law, he was ambitious. He wanted to move into a better role, and if Jensen’s case was a stepping-stone, then those worn boots of his would come down hard.
“I don’t need a lawyer.” Jensen sounded stubborn. “I’ll give him everything I have, and the DA will understand what I’m doing.”
“Baby,” a feminine voice said from the shadows beyond the house.
Her mom. Her mom was here.
“Are you okay?” Natalie Dawson rushed in, giving her daughter a once-over. “Have they been treating you well?”
She hugged her mom, a deep feeling of relief flowing through her. Damn. She hadn’t realized how much she needed her mom. She was a full-ass adult with a dangerous job, and sometimes she just wanted her mom to hug her. “I’m good, Mom, but I can’t convince my idiot boyfriend that he should have an attorney if he’s going to talk to Jack.”
Her mom gave her a big smile. “Well, Papa and I fixed that for you. We found a lawyer for Jensen.”
Jack snorted. “Did you get some yokel up in the middle of the night? Cool. Let him sit in. He can’t pull a fast one on me.”
“I thought I did that when you were four and I convinced you that your horse used to be a unicorn,” a deep voice said.
Oh, her mom was mean. So mean. She loved her mom.
Lucas O’Malley stood beside her dads looking cool as a cucumber. He was dressed in a suit in the middle of the night like he was going to go toe to toe with the Supreme Court instead of his own son.
Jack’s face fell. “Papa, are you kidding me?”
“That’s his father? I mean, he really looks like his father,” Niall whispered. “If we were at The Hideout someone would be popping corn right now.”
The thought brought a smile to her lips. He was right. The twins would be popping corn and Gabe would open the bar even if it was already closed because this was some good drama.