Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Shut the fuck up. Ya have none of the power here. I’m not afraid of ya. Everything ya have belongs to me.”
Cole rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Yer not man enough for anything I have. Ya can’t even throw a proper punch. Do ya really think yer going to get me to do anything ya say?”
The guy pulls a gun and cocks it. Without thinking, I holster my pistol and pull the rifle from my back as I aim and move from cover.
“Looking for me?” I say, shooting two of the other four guys.
The guy aiming at Cole spins to face me. He then rushes to stand behind Cole, using him as a shield as he sits in the wooden chair.
“Boyle?” I say in confusion as I look into the eyes of the asshole holding a gun to my man’s head.
“Decision made, they all die,” Sammy says into the comm.
I’m distracted for only a moment. However, it’s all the moment they need. More men storm the area from one of the side doors and a blond woman appears with them.
“We finally meet,” the woman says with a thick Russian accent as she glares at me with her cold blue eyes. “If I knew man all it takes, I would have started with him. Mother should have taught you to be heartless. She wouldn’t have come for him.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarl.
“You don’t need to know. You will be dead soon and who I am won’t matter.”
I can clear this room and get out of here, but Cole is tied to that chair. I’ll risk him getting hit if I try something. Suddenly, gunfire can be heard in the distance.
“You two. See what problem is,” the blond orders, causing two of their men to leave, bettering my odds.
Boyle laughs, drawing my attention to him. He’s still aiming at Cole’s head. He’s the first one I need to put down.
“Ya let yerself go, Deja,” Boyle snarls at me as he looks me up and down with a cross between lust and disgust.
Cole snorts as rage fills his face. “Ya mean, ya have no idea what to do with her. Little dick syndrome, aye? Yer better off with that skinny bitch. She might feel your tickles.”
I would laugh if we weren’t being held at gunpoint. Only Cole would talk as if he had the upper hand while we’re outnumbered. I think I love him more than ever in this moment.
I’m not about to allow this prick to body-shame me. I carry my curves with pride. Even after two babies, I know I look good.
I want to shoot him even more. Why is he even here and who’s the bitch with him? My blood is beginning to boil.
“We’re cornered. It’s going to take a second to get through them. Can you hold on?” Val says into the comm.
“Don’t worry, I got it.”
I gasp. I know that voice. My hands begin to shake, and tears burn the backs of my eyes.
That’s when everything begins to move in slow motion. Looking like a thick Black Lora Croft, my mother appears, wielding two huge axes in her hands. She spins one over her head and then chops off the head of the guy before her.
Not skipping a beat, she spins both axes and turns her body as she moves and chops the next guy’s legs out from under him. His upper body drops to the ground like a Jenga tower. It’s his screams that draw everyone else’s attention away from me.
I glance at Cole. He winks at me as a cocky grin comes to his lips. He then front flips his body and the chair he’s restrained to, doing a full rotation then bringing his weight down on the chair as he lands on his back, breaking the chair.
He snaps the zip tie from his wrists and swiftly grabs one of the broken legs from the now splintered chair. With the force of a savage, he drives the chair leg through Boyle’s chest. The other end coming through his back.
The blond woman screams and turns her gun on me. I’m still in shock. Not having the wherewithal to move out of the line of fire, I stand here blinking.
My mother places the bloody axes on her back and pulls two pistols to start clearing out the place. She’s amazing.
Remember, if I can’t fix this and keep it away from you, I will be there when you need me most.
“No,” Cole roars, pulling me from my shock.
I feel the impact of the bullet just before he knocks me to the ground with his big body. He pulls one of the guns from my thigh and begins to fire at the blond.
She grabs one of her men by his hair and tugs him in front of her like a shield as she backs away and continues to fire at us. Her human shield jerks in front of her as Cole fills him with holes.