Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“There’s a matching one for your navel.”
“Really? Thank you.” Her lips turn up at the corners as she gazes at me in surprise. “This is…unexpected. Very sweet–and generous.” She lifts her lips to kiss mine.
It takes all my control not to grab her and tongue-fuck that sassy mouth until she’s breathless. But I don’t do PDA.
“I didn’t think you were capable of sweet.”
“I’m not.” I make my voice extra dry. “But I’m allergic to silver.”
Understanding dawns on Aubrey’s face. “That’s why you always get red after we kiss!” She claps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to stop. I’ve accepted that you, Aubrey Cook, are my own personal kryptonite.”
Aubrey’s expression is warm as her lips turn up into a smug smile. “Love that.”
“Of course you do.”
“We’ll take these,” I tell the saleswoman, indicating the pink diamond nose ring and matching belly button ring. The larger stud on the navel ring is at least two carats, and it’s surrounded by a ring of tiny white diamonds.
“Excellent choice.” The saleswoman seamlessly changes to English. “Would you like to wear this out?”
Aubrey nods and slides her silver nose and belly button rings out as I pay the five thousand dollar bill as Aubrey puts the new jewelry on. “I love them, thank you.” She reaches for my face and pulls me down for a kiss.
I experience a moment of alarm. What am I doing? I’m acting like a boyfriend to Aubrey, which I’m not.
I can’t be. Things are spiraling out of my control. A sense of danger crawls up my spine. Life or death danger, but that doesn’t make sense.
My phone rings, and I whip it out.
“Billy, it’s Grayson. I stopped by Ms. Cook’s apartment, and it’s been trashed. The lock was busted. Her neighbor says it must have happened yesterday. She saw a guy coming out of her apartment, and she asked him if he was watching her place while she was in Monaco. So he’s got a heads’ up on her location now.”
Fuck.
That was the warning I had from my wolf. It wasn’t that giving Aubrey gifts was unsafe. It was about her safety.
Which I suddenly realize means everything to me.
I step outside, and she follows. “Okay, file a police report. See if you can catch a–” I stop myself before I say scent. “Any trace of who was there. And check the surrounding area. The place may be watched. If so, take them down and bring them in for me to deal with when I get back.”
“On it, boss.”
The warning prickle at the back of my neck doesn’t ease. I scan our surroundings, even though we’re 4000 miles away from Manhattan. My body’s in motion before I even register what I’ve seen.
A sniper, 200 feet away.
I tackle Aubrey to the ground as a bullet pierces my skin and embeds in my back.
Aubrey
I scream.
I’m not sure what’s happening. Why Billy threw me onto the ground. The pavement scrapes and bruises my knees. His body blankets mine, heavy as a rhino.
The way he covers my head with his arms makes it clear what’s happening even before he rasps, “Stay down. There’s a shooter.”
A shooter. What the fuck?
Is this random gun violence or related to Sentience?
Billy has his phone out, and he barks. “I need back up now” before he pulls me to my feet. His hand stays on my head, pushing me, so I’m folded in half at the waist like him ducking from whatever or whoever is after us.
That’s when I see the blood soaking his clothes.
“You’re hit!”
Oh no. No no no no. Oh my God.
“Billy!”
This is unreal. Catastrophic. I gulp breaths to try to think.
He pulls me in a ducked run behind a low garden wall, keeping his gaze on a point in the distance.
I don’t hear the sound of shots, but glass explodes behind us.
Screams sound from every direction. They must be using a silencer. No one heard the first shot, but now everyone in the outdoor mall knows there’s a shooter.
My heart beats so hard I swear it will come out of my chest.
“You’re hit. Oh my God.” The amount of blood that soaking Billy’s clothes scares the shit out of me. We need to get him to an ER. “Help!” I scream, looking around. “Someone call an ambulance!”
He’s going to die, and it was because he was saving me.
He can’t die.
A bullet hits the brick wall to my right. I bark a sharp shriek of surprise.
“We’re okay,” Billy says calmly although he has to be seconds from collapsing from the amount of blood he lost. “Just keep your head down, and he can’t sight us.”
“Are they here for me?”
He scans the environment again then pulls me at a crouched run behind the next wall. “I won’t let them get you, Silver.”