Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Go and take Billy with you.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but I stand firm in my demand. With Seraphina loose, I have enough going on here to worry about. I can’t have a rogue fire fairy, a newborn, and a pregnant mate on my hands.
“She is your mate. She belongs with you.”
Ardan closes his mouth and nods. “Very well. She has been suspended from work, so it’s doable.”
“Suspended?”
“Long story and I don’t have time. Rock can take my place helping Reilly with the hunters.”
“I will work on finding out who released Seraphina and how she was able to get away. Sounds like we might need to have a lockdown. No humans and no supers who aren’t patched in. Old ladies only,” I say.
“Wait, just wait a darn minute. Everyone, slow down. I’m still stuck on Bradan walking in here with flaming hair and hands. Then my little sister runs in here looking like a little flame before returning to her cute little self.
“This is too much. Who the heck is Kenji and can I be a flame too?”
I snort a laugh and shake my head. Leave it to Ray to get the tension out of the room. Bradan gives her a smile and wink before turning his glare on me.
“You should have let me handle her in the first place,” he mind links with me as he turns and leaves with Taylor under his arm.
I don’t give him a reply because I’m sure he’s right. When I find her, she’s a dead fairy. The rules are clear. She has broken them twice. This time, very intentionally.
“I will call you when we get there,” Billy says to Ray before Ardan leads her from the room without another word.
I palm Ray’s head and tug her into me. Kissing the top of her hair, I close my eyes. If someone cornered her to attack her, I’d lose my mind. I can’t blame my brother for being angry with me.
Prayers & Prey
Sometimes, you just have to take things into your own hands. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing since no one else has shit for brains.
“Forty fucking grand for a fucking lockdown. Fuck outa here. Everyone must think I’m a fucking idiot,” I grumble to myself.
I’m out of forty fucking grand and still don’t have an in into the Immortal Iron Brothers clubhouse. I’ve been burned and I’m setting fires in return.
I started with that motherfucker Lombardo. He wasn’t going to back off, so I backed him off. He’s floating with the fishes along with his son.
Another fifty grand, at least it was well spent and won’t come back to me. A little sit-down with those genies Pauly was going to marry Charlie off to and now I’m here.
I’ve come to church and have an offering to make in order to turn this all around. Who knew those freaks had connections in the house of the Lord?
No wonder I haven’t been to confession in years. I’ll forever look at holy water differently. Wouldn’t trust the stuff to keep a vamp away, that’s for sure.
Heck, I’m questioning this place as I walk in and don’t burst into flames. This week alone has earned me a special place in hell. Having Lombardo whacked, having my own daughter suspended from her job. The list goes on and on.
I’m a bastard. Yeah, whatever. If I didn’t do it, someone else would. I know Pauly sure as hell isn’t going to step his fat ass up. He’s more worried about stuffing calamari into his fat face.
I make the sign of the cross as I make my way to the altar. This place is a ghost town this time of night. I guess that’s why this bishop has asked me to come in at buttfuck o’clock.
As soon as this guy appears, I feel something is off. He’s surrounded by four guys in green hooded robes. I may not have stepped foot into my local parish in a few years, but I know these ain’t no altar boys.
“How you doing, Bishop?” I say as I stop a few feet away from the altar.
The bishop looks at me with cold blue eyes and a dead expression. He rolls his gaze over me and makes a face. The look of disdain gives me the feeling as if he can see all my sins.
I also note that he’s extremely tall and should be playing in the NBA or something instead of saving souls. He can spare me the glare. I’m not here for his or anyone else’s forgiveness. What I need is for my cash to start flowing again and for the feds to get off my back.
“Come,” he says and points toward a kneeling bench in front of him.
I nod and lug the case in my hands over to the bench. Placing the case down beside the bench, I then kneel before him, bowing my head. Suddenly, it feels like cool steel has been placed against the back of my neck.