Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I’m texting Aaliyah after this phone call and telling her you need to get laid, Prez,” I drawled. “This is unacceptable.”
Johnston was silent for a good few seconds, like he was trying to rein in his temper and not completely lose his shit with me. I waited for him to gather himself and turned to lean my elbows on the concrete railing so I could stare out over the vastness of Alejandro’s beautiful estate. His lawn was perfectly manicured, and he had sprinklers running to water the grass while the sun wasn’t beating down on the earth. Trees surrounded the property on all sides, and I knew without having to see them that there were guards prowling the woods, always working to keep the Cartel leader safe.
“If you text my wife, Gabel,” Johnston finally said, his voice eerily calm, “I will break every single one of your fingers one by fucking one. Now stop playing games with me and give me updates. Now.”
I snorted a laugh, unbothered. “Noted, Prez. We’ve got a rough location on the Russians, but nothing beyond that. Noah and I have been in two shootouts so far. We held our own.” Anger still burned through me when I thought about the dumb stunt she’d pulled the day before, but I didn’t let that show. “She’s pretty exceptional.” Which wasn’t a lie. “Better than some of our own men, if I’m being honest. She’s loyal. She’s a quick responder. Always aware of her surroundings. Doesn’t take shit from anyone. Not even me. Total fucking ball-buster.”
The door behind me opened with a quiet whoosh, and I turned, smiling at my woman. Her pink hair was a mess, and she had a crease on her left cheek from her pillow. She wrapped her arms around her midsection, frowning and squinting at me through the darkness.
“Who the fuck is demanding a conversation at three in the morning?” she demanded to know, her voice husky.
“Your future president,” I told her.
“I don’t recall fucking agreeing,” Johnston growled.
I snorted. “You will, trust me. Not letting this one go, Prez. You better get on board because she’s here to stay, whether you like it or not. Too valuable to let go.”
Johnston scoffed. “You sound pussy whipped. You fucking her, Blayke?”
I grinned, unable to help myself. Raking my eyes over the woman I got to call mine, I confidently said, “Yeah, Prez. I’m fucking her.” Noah narrowed her eyes at me in warning. My grin widened. “She’s mine. What can I say?” I leaned in so mine and Noah’s lips were just barely touching. There was no mistaking the hitch in her breathing, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. “I’m just a sucker for a pretty face.”
“Christ,” Johnston snarled before abruptly ending the call. I lowered the phone from my ear, then pulled Noah to me so I could kiss her properly. She sighed and rested her head on my chest once we parted.
“Doesn’t sound like he wants me around,” she grumbled.
I shrugged. “He’s got no choice, mama.” I tightened my arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I wasn’t lying. You’re here to stay.”
20
Blayke
Ilooked up from Geek’s laptop when Halo walked into the sitting room. Gidget was missing, which was a bit weird considering Gidget had been watching Halo like a fucking hawk since we’d gotten to Mexico. I frowned and sat up straight so I was no longer leaning forward. “Where’s Gidget?” I demanded.
“Taking someone into the basement,” Halo informed me, a cheeky grin splitting his face. He pretended to cast a line, then reel it in. “We caught us a mother fucker.”
Noah, who’d been playing on her phone, sat up abruptly at that, looking at me. I patted Geek’s shoulder. “You keep digging,” I told him, then pointed a finger at Noah. “You’re with me, mama.”
“He find anything yet?” Halo asked as the three of us made our way toward the basement door.
“Maybe, but he’s got to look some more to be one hundred percent sure. There’s a possibility he found the Russian’s hideout though.” Which I was hoping for. I didn’t mind Mexico, but I was ready to be back at home in my own bed. Alejandro lived a very lavish lifestyle with comfort as his main priority, but expensive sheets and impressive showerheads still didn’t beat the feeling of home.
Even if his showerheads were fucking orgasmic.
“Fingers crossed,” Halo murmured as I pushed open the door.
Alejandro was already downstairs when we descended the staircase. Gidget was putting the finishing touches on tying the captive up. Once he was done, he stood back, and the man spat on his boot. Gidget’s lips twisted in disgust, and for a moment, he looked like he was contemplating breaking the man’s neck. I snorted. “Wanna give it a little polish for him while you’re at it?” I asked the man.