Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Ex sighed a long exhale. “It’s him, isn’t it?”
Scar stood. “It’s who?”
Ex didn’t look away. “A certain task force lieutenant in Atlanta that Meridian has a crush on.”
That got everyone’s attention.
Scar blinked.
Gage sat up.
Mirage came around the corner, and Zorion froze with his beer against his lips.
Meridian cut his partner a glare sharp enough to skin him alive.
“I don’t have a motherfuckin’ crush on him.” Meridian turned and faced them. “But I do respect him.”
“What’s he need?” Ex asked.
Meridian answered simply, “Us.”
The room morphed from lounging to launch with a single word.
“Corvo,” Meridian said, already moving, “I need only the essentials. Get my flight crew ready. I want wheels up in an hour.”
Scar took Gage’s hand.
“Whoa, man. Talk to us, what’s up?” Valor asked, voicing the confusion circling the room.
Meridian paused near the doorway. His voice was low and honest, the one he used when he was shifting into assassin-mode.
“I’ve only met one other man in my life who leads a team almost as formidable as mine.” His dark gaze swept each of them. “If he’s asking for my help, then it’s dire, and I’m going.”
“Not without us,” Scar gritted.
Meridian didn’t argue.
Scar squeezed Gage’s arm. “Call Roz and tell him to put his dick away, we’re mobilizing.”
Gage nodded.
Valor and Zorion were already out the door.
Mirage muttered something about interrupting his digestion process while Grace began yanking their duffels from a closet.
“Flight crew needs coordinates,” Corvo called out.
Meridian stared at his phone for a long moment, a deep frown creasing his brow.
He muttered low, almost to himself.
“God…what the fuck are you doing in Hollywood?”
The End