Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Oh, I like her. A lot. Even better, she’s just as eager as I am to seal the deal.
Not ten minutes later, she’s leading me out of the bar, en route to her condo that’s just down the street. Like the universe laid everything out for the perfect birthday fuck.
Lowes and Hayes tail me, which catches her attention. “Bodyguards?”
“I kind of need them,” I say, which makes her laugh.
“Please tell me you don’t think I’m oblivious about who you are, Logan Wilde.”
“My reputation precedes me, and still didn’t discourage you?”
“Might be one of the things that caught my interest to begin with,” she confesses.
She’s so feisty, so fun. I bet she’s a hell of a lay.
I don’t have to wait long to find out before we’re tumbling around in her bed. I tear a condom open with my teeth and roll it on. She’s lying there, looking so fucking gorgeous, her full breasts on display, her legs open, inviting me to take that pussy I can still taste on my tongue.
“What was your name again?” I ask.
“You’re gonna ask that right before you stick your dick in me? Really?”
I cringe. That’s such a fuckup. “Would it be terrible to say I was too fixated on your beauty to remember to do that?”
“You didn’t ask. I didn’t care. It wasn’t important. But I’m Renee.”
“Fuck, a name as beautiful as you are.”
“If I were upset about it, that would have cleared that right up,” she assures me as I finish rolling on the condom. I lean down and take a kiss, starting to push into her. “Fuck yeah,” she breathes as I work my way inside.
She’s fucking wild. Just needs a fuck, same as me. To forget all the bullshit of this world, the responsibilities and obligations. It’s my birthday, so tonight I get to be a free animal.
As soon as she’s adjusted in missionary, it’s like she wants to put me through the wringer, make me demonstrate that everything she’s heard about me is true. And I aim to show her just that. I fuck that pussy with my all. On the bed, up against the wall, on the desk, and I can tell by the way she’s calling my name that she’s getting close when I have her pinned up against the wall, drilling.
“I’m nearly…” she warns, and as her body vibrates in my hold, it’s apparent that it’s too late for her. She calls out, rolling her head back, her muscles twitching as she erupts in a full-body quiver.
I’m nearly there too, thrusting, ready to get to the end, when a sound comes from outside her bedroom. Maybe just Lowes or Hayes, but I have a sick feeling in my gut, the sort I’ve learned to trust.
Renee is too caught up in the moment to notice, but I’m on edge, pulling out.
“Aren’t you gonna come?” she asks.
“Give me a second.”
I carry her to the bed, listening for any sound coming from the other side of the door. I hurry to my pants and retrieve my gun.
“Logan, what’s—”
“Shh.”
I approach the door and call out, “Lowes?”
Silence.
“Hayes?”
Shit.
This was not how my birthday was supposed to go. Well, aside from fucking a gorgeous woman. That was definitely supposed to happen, but I would’ve preferred to come.
I move close to the door, starting to open it when there’s a thud and it flies open, knocking me back. I try to aim, but two guys rush me, seizing my wrists.
What the hell? Before I know it, there’s a bag over my head and they’re carrying me off. Fuck, is this how I die? Edged and needing release? On my goddamn birthday?
*
Left. Right. Right. Left. Down a set of stairs.
Right.
More stairs.
I count steps as I struggle in the zip tie locked around my wrists, twisting and contorting my body as my abductors haul me through a building. If I’m about to die, I won’t make it easy on these fuckers.
After they pulled my ass from Renee’s condo complex, they shoved me into a car. About fifteen minutes later they yanked me out and started dragging me through wherever the hell we are now, and despite my attempts, I’m not making much progress. These guys are pros. Exacting revenge on behalf of one of the Wildes’ enemies? It wouldn’t be a huge surprise, given the shifting powers now that the O’Dells are moving their business to Chicago. Maybe the Cronkites or the Dementes? There are so many options when you’re the eldest son of one of the legacy families of the drug-trafficking underworld of Fury.
Despite their strength, my contortions force one of my abductors to release my arm, but just as quickly, he seizes control, hooking an arm around my throat.
“Keep on trying me, motherfucker,” he says. “I dare you.”
The chilly blade of a knife tenses against my throat, and I know I’d better go along with this. There are only two guys, which gives me hope that if I can stay alive, I might be able to escape.