Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Yeah, I see it now, not parking in the gym’s car park was a really bad idea. Careless. Careless. Zane was right. While you’re finding the gentleman’s way of taking care of the solution, he’ll just fucking send someone around to snuff you out.
Then a sane voice in my head. Get a grip Noah, if they wanted you dead, you'd already be! You’re still breathing.
‘Fucking put that piece away. What are you, fucking stupid? Get your fucking knife out you pussy, and slice him up good. Boss said, make mincemeat out of his face. And hurry the fuck up about it,’ I hear a man’s voice spit with disgust.
So that's their fucking game. A message from the father of the bride: mess with my daughter and I’ll leave you clinging to life and marked forever, unable to walk amongst normal people. You can’t argue with the strategy. It has the added benefit of being a good way to cool down a girl’s ardor too.
I hear the sound of a knife blade swish open. It is like an electric shock to my brain. It makes me focus and gets my head together. They're all fucking tooled up, but I’ll kill these fuckers before I accept anyone telling me who I can and can’t have as my woman.
Before I breathe my last I’ll be sure to pay a less than friendly visit to that filthy pervert her father has chosen for her. Just thinking of it is enough to get the adrenaline to break through the fog in my brain, and race around my body again. There’s three of them.
I can take them.
As my eyes begin to clear, I spy two trouser legs approaching, a thick hand grasping a sliver of cold steel. I don’t let my gaze go further up.
Get up Noah, get the fuck up now.
‘Ready for a bit of free plastic surgery, lover boy?’ he taunts.
I gather up every bit of power inside me and thrust all my weight behind a powerful kick aimed straight at his shin bone, at that weak point just under the knee. Shame I’m not wearing my heavy boots, but even so I hear the crack of bone as it tears through flesh. It’s beautiful music to me. He falls to the ground screaming like a girl.
One down.
I spring to my feet, just as I am confronted by two large soldiers rushing towards me. One is built like a brick shithouse, the other is tall, lean, and mean. A scar running right across his neck. Their features make me think they’re probably from Chechnya. Tough, ruthless men.
Fuck them.
Fuck you, Nikita.
Every nerve ending in my body feels alive and on fire as I dodge the tall guy’s knife by ducking below his blow. As it whizzes by, I land a hard body punch to his solar plexus. It sends him flying to the ground, crippled, breathless, and in agony.
The ruthless killer in me takes over.
I yank his blade from his hand, step behind his arched body, and with neither thought nor mercy, pull his head back and finish the job some other man had started. I put the tip of the blade to the bottom of his ear and open him ear to ear. Hot blood flows down my hands. He makes wet gurgling sounds, gasps uselessly for air, then slumps.
Two down. I let him drop out of my hands. He lands with a thud.
One more to go, but he’s the boss. He’s the one I have to watch out for.
Before I can turn around he attacks, and lands a hard blow to my ribs. It winds me temporarily, and leaves me gasping for air. Another man would have gone down, but not me. I summon every last bit of strength I have and straighten as he comes at me again. He is like a mountain, but I have agility on my side. I sidestep his lunge and catch him full in the face with my elbow, smashing his nose to a bloody pulp.
His hands instinctively shoot up to cover his face, but before he has time to gather his senses, I grab his right wrist with both hands and smash my knee into his groin. With a near-soundless grunt of white hot pain, he stumbles and collapses to the ground cupping his junk. In a flash, I fall on his body and straddle him.
He realizes his mistake and starts struggling, his arms flailing, trying to hit at anything. He is no match for my force of momentum as I plunge the knife he dropped deep into his chest. His eyes widen and he makes a muffled, slow choking sound. Blood bubbles in his mouth and runs out of the side. I sit on him, panting hard, and watch the light die out of his eyes. I thought I’d never have to see the life go out of another man at my hands, but Tasha is worth it. I’d kill hundreds more like him for her.