Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Tell me what you need from me. What kind of marriage did you envision when you thought about it?”
Her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans and her breathing changed. He kept back the grin of pure satisfaction. His princess liked his body, especially his cock. He hoped she had no inhibitions when it came to sex, because he didn’t have any.
“I always thought I’d find a man who loves me, but things change, you know. I can accept that.”
He didn’t know what the hell love was, and they’d just met. It wasn’t as if he could reassure her. But he would do his best to give her a good life with him. “I’ll do right by you.” That was the best he could give her. “Keep talking, princess. What do you want out of our marriage? What kind of life are you looking for?”
If she kept looking at his cock with hunger in her eyes and that little tongue of hers kept darting out and moistening her lips until they were wet and gleaming, he was going to palm the back of her head and bring her mouth right where it belonged. There wasn’t going to be time for any more talking. He didn’t want to do that right now. Well, he did, but she needed sleep. Desperately. She was on the verge of a breakdown. She had all the signs.
“I like working with my partners and had always hoped my husband would be interested, at the end of the day, in what I do and have no objection to me continuing with my work.”
“What is it you do?”
“I help people with their finances. People come to me, usually unable to figure out how to save money for retirement, or they want to buy a house. They can’t manage to get their credit score where it needs to be, or they aren’t happy with the way their money is being managed. I help them get all that under control.”
He was listening to her voice and watching her expression as she told him. The animation and joy let him know she needed to keep her work in her life. She liked the people she worked with, and she liked her customers.
“Sounds good. I’m all for that. I’m fairly good with numbers myself. Do that sort of thing for our club and help Code every now and then. I’d like to see where you work and check out what you’re doing when we have the time to settle in. The house has an office space that will be perfect for you when you need to work from home, although I will prefer you keep your work away from here as much as possible so it’s the two of us at home. I’ll do the same.”
His phone rang, telling him it was Czar calling. “Gotta take this, babe. Be right back. You try to go to sleep, and in the morning, we’ll eat, get clothes for you and go see your friends.”
He didn’t wait for her reaction, but answered the phone and strode out of the room. Czar was concerned because Code was beginning to get rumors on the woman identified as Helena Smirnov, that she was running a second team of private assassins and pointing them toward Caspar.
“It isn’t as if we weren’t aware of that team, Czar. I handed you that information.”
“Code said it was possible they were coming out of San Quentin.”
Master stared in silence out the window of his great room at the leaves rustling in the trees. Finally, he sighed. “I don’t care what Code’s rumors are saying, Czar. They aren’t in San Quentin. Even if they were, I’m not going back to prison. I told you, I’m done. You need someone to go, you find someone else.”
“It’s Blythe and the kids, Master,” Czar said.
“I know who they’re after. It’s my sanity. I’m telling you, the second team isn’t in prison. She wouldn’t be that stupid. They have to be mobile at a moment’s notice. If Code is hearing rumors, she’s clever enough to be starting them. Trust me on this.”
This time Czar was quiet for a long time. “I guess I’m going to have to, Master. This has thrown me. They missed by a mile last time, but I can’t keep the family under wraps forever, and the woman knows it.”
“We’ll be ready.” Master hoped he was right. He slipped his phone into the pocket of his jeans and went back to the master bedroom.
She wasn’t in their bed. He glanced toward the bathroom, but he already knew she wasn’t there. She had to be totally exhausted. He’d fucked her two times. Hard. She’d been up for a good forty-eight hours, drugged, kicked around, traumatized—she needed sleep. Now he was going to have to go after her and drag her ass back, scare the crap out of her instead of treating her the way he wanted. Like the princess he called her. Damn it.