Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: With Me in Seattle Mafia Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 58163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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If I’m caught, I’ll also be killed.

And I’m not ready to die today.

Only one car is following me, and it doesn’t take me long to lose them.

“Your transport has been compromised,” I hear in my ear. “The crew was killed. I need you to disappear for a couple of days. Lay low and await further instructions.”

“Abandoning me in a foreign country wasn’t part of the deal.”

“We’re not abandoning you,” the president replies. “We’ll get you out.”

“See that you do.”

* * *

“We expected you home a few days ago,” my brother, Carmine, says as I walk into his office at our family’s base of operations in Seattle, Washington. Rocco, my other brother, stares out the window but turns to look at me as I move farther in.

“Yeah, well, I got hung up.”

I won’t mention that I spent two nights curled up under a box, waiting for the US government to get me out of enemy territory after I assassinated one of the bad guys.

My brothers aren’t allowed to know any of that.

It’s better this way. The less they know, the less likely they could be killed for having the knowledge.

“Have I missed anything important?”

“Wedding plans,” Rocco volunteers and then smiles at our brother sweetly. “I mean, it was a rough few days there, deciding between lilacs and freesia. And then there was the matter of the cake flavors.”

My gaze bounces between Rocco—who’s clearly getting a huge kick out of razzing our big brother—and Carmine, whose mouth firms into a hard line.

“He’s the groom,” I say simply and cross to the small kitchenette to see what kind of food we have stashed away in the fridge.

I’m fucking starving.

“I never pegged Nadia as the type to get all swept up in the fancy wedding deal,” Rocco says thoughtfully.

“She’s a woman,” Carmine reminds him. “And big weddings are the mafia’s way. You know that.”

“So, which was it? Lilacs or freesia?” I ask as I return to the desk with a half-eaten sub sandwich and a bag of nacho chips.

“Both,” Carmine says with a shrug. “She couldn’t decide, so we went with both.”

“As one does,” Rocco says with a wink.

The door bursts open, and the bride-to-be herself hurries inside, her eyes wide with an emotion I rarely see on my brother’s fiancée.

Fear.

“Carmine,” she says as she hurries over. “I have Annika on the phone. She needs our help.”

“Put her on speaker,” I say, and we all lean in to hear what Nadia’s cousin has to say.

“Okay, they can all hear you,” Nadia says as she plants her hands on the desk. “Tell them exactly what you just told me.”

“It’s Ivie,” Annika says, immediately getting my full and undivided attention. “She’s been taken.”

“Taken by who?” I ask, keeping my voice calm but feeling my blood erupt through my veins with a surge of new adrenaline.

“I don’t know,” she says and sniffs. “I got a call from her, but I was about to get in the shower, so I let it go to voicemail.”

She sniffs again, frustrating me.

Just fucking tell me.

“I remembered it the next morning, this morning, so I listened to it. Oh my God, you guys. She’s been taken. She was trying to get me to pick up, to listen, and help her. And I failed her horribly. I need you. Is Shane there?”

“I’m here.”

“Thank God. Please, we need your help.”

We all look at Rocco, who’s already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“The plane will be ready when we get to the airport.”

* * *

“I thought Annika was going to tell me that this was all connected to Rich,” Nadia says, shaking her head as the plane lands in Denver. “That there was more information or that someone else was dead. Something. I didn’t expect her to tell me that Ivie had been taken.”

I swallow hard, fear a very real and icy demon settling in my stomach.

I don’t fear much. But Ivie and I have become friends over the past several months, and if my life weren’t well and truly a shitshow, I’d take it much, much further with her.

If anyone touches a hair on her gorgeous head, I’ll fucking skin them alive.

“Rich’s organization fell,” Carmine reminds his fiancée.

“We don’t know that now,” Nadia says, shaking her head. “Maybe this is tied to that. Maybe someone thinks they can get something out of Annika, or punish her by taking Ivie.”

“We don’t know what’s going on,” I remind everyone. “Let’s get to Annika’s place and figure things out.”

My mind is racing. I haven’t slept in seventy-two hours, and aside from the stale sandwich, I haven’t eaten.

And I don’t give a shit.

I need to find Ivie. Make sure she’s safe and whole.

Annika’s house is an hour from the airfield.

“You should sleep,” Nadia says to me, her voice soothing. “I can see that whatever job you were on took a toll. You need rest if you’re going to help Ivie.”



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