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)
“Geek?” I called, needing him to do his hacker bullshit from Alejandro’s house so I could get inside. These mother fuckers probably thought they were untouchable while inside, but no one was untouchable by me.
“On it,” he told me. A moment later, he exclaimed, “Done!” and the door unlocked, lighting up green. I yanked on the handle and lifted my gun in front of me. Both men looked at me in surprise, and I grinned before shooting the Russian in the hand and the Hispanic man in his knee, leaving them both howling in pain.
“Surprise, mother fuckers,” I greeted warmly like it was a normal day and they weren’t the enemy. “Sorry you’re late to the party, but fret not. I’m here to welcome you.”
Gidget and Halo moved in, both of them working quickly to bind the two men so we could transport them back to Alejandro’s. Noah appeared beside me, and before I realized what she was doing, she’d punched me in the gut, then slapped me across the face. I grunted and frowned at her, my hand pressed to my throbbing abdomen. She packed a hell of a punch in that little ass body of hers.
“What was that for?” I wheezed. That was going to leave a fucking bruise for sure.
“For that fucking stunt,” she snapped at me. “You are so goddamn… urgh!”
I flashed her a grin through my discomfort. “I just like making a grand entrance, mama.”
She huffed, her fingers twitching at her sides. “I’m itching to hit you again, Gabel,” she warned me. “Tread carefully, you fucking dimwit.”
I cupped the side of her neck and pulled her body flush to mine, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She sighed, some of her anger melting away. “You were blind, and so was Geek. I needed the attention off of you, alright?” I rested my forehead on hers. “I will always do what’s needed to protect you, Noah, even if it might cost me my own life. You’ll never change that about me.”
She grunted, then pushed back from me. “I’m still going to be mad at you about it,” she grumbled as she turned and walked away.
I snickered. “Wouldn’t be you if you didn’t!” I called after her.
24
Noah
“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Blayke growled as he tugged on the Russian leader’s ankles, dragging him to the back of the van. Gidget, who was standing near the van doors, grunted in annoyance at Blayke’s bitching. He never said much, but he didn’t really need to. He had a way of letting everyone around him know what he thought of something by a simple noise or one look.
Blayke’s biceps flexed as he tugged on the Russian again, finally getting his body out of the van far enough for Gidget to grab his shoulders. Halo came to stand next to me, and we watched the two men carry the Russian toward the basement door. And if I admired the way Blayke’s muscles flexed and rolled as he worked… well, who the fuck could blame me? In that regard, I was no better than a man.
Because Blayke was hot as fuck.
Blayke’s phone suddenly went off in his pocket. He growled and dropped the man’s legs to the ground unceremoniously before tugging his burner phone from his pocket. The look Gidget shot Blayke for dropping the man without warning could have killed him, but Blayke ignored him as he raised his phone to his ear.
“What, Prez? I’m in the middle of something.” Blayke rested his hand on his hip and stared at the ground while he listened to Johnston. “You have absolutely shit timing, brother. Yes, I’m fucking busy.” He paused. “No, I’m not fucking Noah, you asshole. I was carrying a heavy Russian fucker into Alejandro’s basement. I’ll call you once I’m done here.”
He hung up without waiting for Johnston to respond, then held his phone out to me. “He’s going to call me back,” he said as I hurried forward to grab his phone. “Deal with him.”
“Me?” I asked, arching a brow at him. “I’m a mere prospect, Blayke. And I really don’t like Johnston.” He was a sexist pig, and the only reason I was still prospecting to be part of the club was because of Blayke. Without Blayke, I’d have already hit the road and headed on somewhere else, to hell with my dad’s dream for me.
“He gives you shit, just tell me,” Blayke told me. Then, he grabbed up the Russian’s legs again, and he and Gidget disappeared through the doorway. Blayke’s phone went off in my hand again. I stared at the number for a moment, then heaved an exasperated sigh and answered the call.
“You’ve got Noah,” I grumbled.
“Put Blayke on the phone,” Johnston snapped at me.
“He’s busy and put me in charge of his phone. Told me to deal with you,” I retorted. Johnston growled at the disrespect. “If you want an update, I can give it to you since I was present for everything that went down. But if you’re going to be a sexist jackass, I can hang up the phone. Might even smash it while I’m fucking at it so you don’t get any—”