Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He winced. “Baby, you’re going to kill me, but I need to run out to Shane’s. We used our last condom. Remember? I forgot to ask him about it earlier.”
Her eyes widened. She couldn’t possibly know they didn’t use them. The conversation about going without had taken place while they were walking on the beach, and it wasn’t like they’d mentioned it since. Or he was about to get gutted by a ghost.
“Damn it. Maybe we should go to bed and sleep instead.”
He forced himself to drag her close. “No fucking way. I fully intend to rock your world. Stay here. He’s right across the garden. That man is always prepared. I’ll be right back. Find your position. You better be waiting for me or we’ll start with discipline.”
If she knew anything about playing the Kayla role, she would have practiced at least some D/s. She sank down to her knees and placed her palms on her thighs. Not turned up like her sister would have. She was hampered by the fact that they hadn’t had a video feed.
She’d only been able to listen in. But the CIA had been the ones to bug his house.
Shit. Who did he turn to?
He placed a hand on her head. “I’ll be right back.”
He forced himself to walk out of the bedroom door, but the minute it closed, he sprinted for the back of the mansion. He was taking a risk. Was Shane in on it? Had this been some elaborate plan to switch out the twins again? Where was Kay? Where the fuck was Kay? If Shane was in on it, at least maybe he would get to go where Kay had gone.
The mansion was deadly quiet. He could hear his breath, his feet pounding on the floor.
He needed a gun. Shane would have one. If Shane didn’t immediately shoot and kill him.
Cell phone. He’d left that fucker behind, too. What had he been thinking? He was running on pure adrenaline.
He slowed as he reached the end of the hallway. A shadow walked across the closed curtains, making Josh pull up. Fuck. He hadn’t thought about the fact that Hector would have guards all over the place.
Would Hector care that the Agency was using him to play deep games? Was Hector in on it? It wouldn’t be the first time the CIA had used drug dealers for their own ends.
And then he felt something cold press to the back of his neck and knew he’d made a fatal mistake.
“Don’t move and maybe I won’t blow your head off,” a deep voice said.
He wasn’t going to back down now. He’d gotten caught. All right, at least he could get one question answered. “I want to know where my girlfriend is because that bitch you sent back to me isn’t her. Where is my Kayla?”
A long, relieved sigh hit his ears and that pressure at the base of his skull disappeared. “Joshua? Fuck, man, I thought you were one of Morales’s goons. Thank god. So Jiang Kun is already in play?”
He turned and faced the man who had called himself Tyler Williams. He was dressed in all black, but it couldn’t hide the smear of blood that crossed his jawline. “You’re not Tyler Williams.”
“My name is John Bishop. Tyler Williams is a friend of a friend. I used his identity because I had to get myself into this game somehow. I’d like to point out that if you had taken my advice, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I would be quietly taking this obnoxious threesome out. But instead of listening to my excellent advice, now I have to deal with saving a bunch of people. Help me get my new friend out of here and I’ll get Kay back for you. Help him while I take out the guards.” He didn’t wait for Josh to answer. The man simply started for the door.
That was when Josh realized he still wasn’t alone. A man leaned against a chair in the grand living room where just the day before, Josh had sat with Kayla as they sipped cocktails.
“She’s alive,” the man said. “I was the expendable one. They’ll need her to give up Knight’s protocols if they want to get Jiang Kun into The Garden in one piece.”
“Why would she need to get…that’s where Kay works.” She’d talked about The Garden. That was where her London team was based. And this man looked familiar, though when he’d seen him before he’d seemed far healthier.
“Yeah, I think we can safely say I was right about this one. Doesn’t make getting shot at point-blank range any better,” the man said. “Fucking tactical vest spared me the worst. I pretended to be dead, but Morales sent two of his guards to bury me and they quickly figured out I wasn’t as deceased as I appeared. During that fight, one of those fuckers managed to get a wild shot between the plates when I tried to get away. They’re both dead, but I can’t fucking breathe in this thing.”