Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I scooted up the bed and over the covers and moved toward him, shaking my head. "I think I'm good for a week. Or month," I said, letting out a yawn as I settled on his chest.
"Hate to break it to you, but now that the lid is off the honey pot, I got a taste for the goods. You might want to start power napping because I plan to fuck you silly at least twice a day from here until eternity."
There was an undercurrent of seriousness to that that I felt thrill through my body, but I let out a small, quiet laugh as his arms slid around me. His lips pressed into the top of my head as he gave me a squeeze.
"Sounds good," I admitted, smiling a little at the idea.
"Rest up," he warned and my eyes slowly drifted closed, body beat, and mind, for once, not racing around and making it impossible to sleep.
But I was startled awake all of an hour later, completely unsure what had caused my heart to slam into my throat as I shot up off Renny who shot up into a seated position.
"The fuck was that?"
"What was what?" I asked, hand over my heart that was slamming so hard it was starting to worry me.
"Loud bang, honey," he said, scooting away from me and grabbing his pajama pants off the floor then moving across the room to grab a tee out of his dresser. "Get dressed," he said as he went into another drawer and pulled out a gun.
I shot off the bed, more alert than I had ever been over the course of maybe ten seconds as I dragged the shirt onto my body and grabbed the leggings I had discarded earlier, yanking them up my legs as I went to my bag and found my own gun.
When I turned back, Renny was pulling the door open, looking out into the hall and I could hear Lo's voice. "It's not here," she said, making my belly stop doing the twisting it had been. I put my gun on the bed and followed Renny into the hall as everyone seemed to be convening in the common room.
Lo's phone rang as Repo flicked on the TV. Everyone was in various stages of dress- all the men in pajama pants and nothing else. Lo had on one of Cash's shirts and a pair of panties. Penny was in short shorts and a shirt that had obviously been hastily thrown on because it was backward and inside out. Summer and Maze were, I imagined, quieting whatever kids might have been woken from the sound.
"Shit," Repo said as the news station reported an explosion. There wasn't anything for a long couple of minutes other than that report as the news, I imagined, scrambled to get someone on the scene. But the reporter in the studio held a finger to her ear as she claimed the police reported it was a controlled explosion in a residential neighborhood.
"What, Mina?" Renny asked and I hadn't even noticed he had been staring at me.
My gaze slid to his as it finally clicked, what Alex had said at Hailstorm, about how we all had agreed to keep Janie out of the loop.
She, however, obviously had her own ideas on the matter.
Because, though I had not the smallest bit of proof, I knew, I just knew who was behind the explosion.
"I guess Janie found out about the Abruzzos," I told him and heard the conversation around us fall off at my declaration.
"No fucking way," Reign said, shaking his head. "We all agreed."
"Well, someone must not have," Lo said, waving her phone. "Digger said Jstorm disappeared earlier under the guise of Malcolm needing her for something and just came back about fifteen minutes ago and told him to tell me that she didn't appreciate being left out of the loop."
"Shit," Reign said, shaking his head. "Anyone got a cup? Something to protect my balls? Bet she plans to fucking roast them on a hibachi."
It was a weird, tense moment, but almost in unison, we all felt smiles pull at our lips, knowing it was the damn truth.
Lo's phone started screaming again and she lifted it up to her ear. "Yeah? What did she... okay... yeah," she said, looking at Cash and then Reign. "Address? Got it."
"Who was that?" Cash asked.
"L. He said he got an email from Janie. It had Little Ricky's name and an address."
Reign visibly tensed, prepared. It was the moment they had all been waiting for for months, but now that it was here, it was clear the weight of the meaning was pressing on them all- most especially Reign and Repo who had pregnant women to think of. But it didn't change anything. At the end of the day, they had a business and life to protect.