Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I guess that’s what happens when you fall for the devil. Not only do you get singed, you get fucking burned as well.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Keir
Joey is eyeing Piper as she stands there dressed in combat boots, a knife on her inner thigh, and a gun holstered at her waist.
“Are you, like… the tomb raider or something?” he asks Piper, and I can tell he’s serious. She punches him in the gut, and he leans over, coughing. “Bitch, it was a simple question.”
“I can kick your ass, Joey. Remember that,” she sasses as we step outside.
“Keir…”
We all turn back to see Sailor standing at the door, naked.
“Joey, cover your eyes,” I snap at my brother.
“Go and put some fucking clothes on,” I growl at Sailor.
Piper giggles from behind me, and I have to remember to not hit her. I was raised better than to think for one minute I can hurt a woman—only choke during pleasure, that’s it.
“What the fuck are you still doing standing there?”
She doesn’t respond or make a move to go back inside, just places one hand on her hip and pops it out.
“How long do I have to cover my eyes for?” Joey asks.
“As long as I fucking say.”
Joey groans and turns away from us.
“I just wanted to say goodbye.” The words leave her mouth in a sweet, seductive tone as I stalk over to her and block her body with mine. “What! It’s okay for you to walk around naked and not me?” she questions, and I want to lean forward and bite her lips.
“It’s definitely not okay for you to walk around naked in my house.”
“But I can do it in my house, right?” she snaps.
“Only when I’m there.”
Sailor rolls her eyes at me. “Goodbye, Keir.” She gives me a wave and I shake my head, turning away from her with a sigh and walking toward the car.
“I really need to see to be able to get in the car and drive,” Joey mutters.
When I glance back, Sailor’s still standing framed in the doorway.
“Uncover your eyes. But if you look toward the door, I will slit your throat.”
“Yes, boss,” Joey mutters, keeping his eyes downcast as he gets in the car.
“She’s pissed,” Piper singsongs from the back seat.
“Why the hell is she with us? I thought there were no women allowed.”
“Shut up and drive,” I say on a groan.
The café comes into view, and I see Romarc sitting there through the windows. He has a cup in his hand and is seated next to two ladies. How can he be this careless? He’s left himself vulnerable.
He and his men don’t even look this way when we get out of the car. There are only two guards with him, which is a stupid move.
When we walk to the door, the guards who were sitting outside stand, blocking us from entering.
“I would move if I were you,” Piper says. They laugh, dismissing her. “I did warn you,” she says, smiling, showing her bright white teeth.
Both the guards reach behind their backs for their guns.
“I don’t have time for this,” I tell her, because I plan to tear to shreds the piece of shit that’s inside. Literally.
Piper bends down and the guards follow her movements. I see what she’s doing before they can even work it out. I watch in complete admiration as she lifts the knife from her thigh shifting upright and slices quickly and cleanly across both their throats. Then she stands back and wipes the blade on her black shirt before placing it back where it was. She turns back to us while the men gargle and hold their throats.
Joey is stunned, his mouth hanging open as he watches, and I’m surprised. Our uncle told me she was lethal, but I thought it was proud talk of her as a female. However, this woman is next level.
“You’re in,” I say to her. Her face morphs into something resembling joy, but she quickly covers the emotion and nods, her smile completely disappearing. I step past the two men dying at the door and enter. Romarc has already raised his gun when I enter, and he shoots. I manage to only just dodge it, but the second shot grazes my neck.
Fuck, that stings.
Lifting my gun, I aim for his hand because I still want him alive, and the gun drops from his fingers. Joey picks up the gun from the floor.
It’s nighttime, and the streets are quiet being a Sunday. But just in case, I pull the blind down over the front window. The two women who were sitting with Romarc eye me with shocked expressions and are frozen in their seats.
“I would suggest you both run.” They nod eagerly before they stand and rush for the door.
Joey and Piper have dragged his men inside, shutting us all in here together. I turn back to Joey and nod to him. He smirks before heading back out the front. Romarc watches him go, taking a large gulp of air and clutching his hand.