Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Ivan sighed and leaned forward. “I’ll break it down for you. You attract too much attention. The Butcher doesn’t attract a lot of attention. A lot of men and women will glance at her, but she is able to blend in. No one gives her a second glance.”
Trust me, I do, but then I know what she is capable of.
“For this, I needed her to distract and kill. I needed someone to get close and handle those kills without drawing attention. She could do that. You’re noticeable. You are a problem, which is why I only called you when the need for the duffel bag was necessary.”
And I had stuck around as well, because I didn’t like the possibility of The Butcher and Ivan getting close.
I couldn’t read this bastard. There were a lot of rumors surrounding him. Talk about him potentially already being with someone, having been married, or some shit. The details were never very clear, and the reason I stuck close to Ivan these past few months, and was even considering his offer, was because of how little I was able to learn.
Ivan took care of himself and his Bratva. He didn’t miss any corner, or leave any stone unturned. He looked at all the details. He knew the risks involved, but he kept doing it.
Like now, he wanted Peter to knock up Finn Byrne’s daughter. I didn’t even see why that was important to him. I got wanting to take out Finn as he was a threat, but how would knocking up his daughter accomplish that?
There was also another little more interesting business, like how the fuck did Ivan even know about Finn Byrne’s daughter?
Finn Byrne was a horrible bastard, cruel, and someone I’d considered very much evil. He kept the identity of his kids very quiet. No one could know about them. Yet, against those odds, Ivan had been able to find out exactly who Niamh was.
How the fuck did that happen? I’d even attempted to do some digging, and I couldn’t find anything. Everyone had a paper trail, everyone left a tiny crumb that was just sizeable enough to follow.
Not Ivan. It was why I respected the fuck out of him. He’d been the one and only person where I had to speculate about rumors, and try to piece together the man who sat before me.
“When I need a distraction of a volcano, you’ll be the first one I’ll call,” Ivan said.
I smiled, because in truth, I did like to make an entrance.
****
Peter
A Few Weeks Later
It was hot as fuck, and I decided to do something I had never done before. It was Sunday, which meant no diner, and no gym.
Niamh and I were in the clear, and to celebrate, I’d packed a little picnic. There was a small fair in town, out near the school’s football field.
There was a small park across from the small church and graveyard, along a small woodland. It was private, giving us some space away from the prying eyes of the locals. Although, there were several people still milling about.
Holding Niamh’s hand, I knew we’d become the local couple. It seemed to have broken down quite a few barriers, which I wasn’t entirely sure I was happy about, but I knew Niamh was happy, and I didn’t want to spoil it.
I also had a feeling Niamh was pregnant. We hadn’t stopped having sex, and I made sure each time that I came balls-deep inside her. Even stopping her from sucking my dick, so that I could complete my mission.
She wasn’t starting to show, however, she’d not had a menstrual cycle in nearly two months. I’d also noticed over the past couple of days, she did start to get tired, and a couple of times this week, she had started to experience morning sickness.
Neither of us had said anything. I wasn’t even sure if Niamh was aware of what was going on. I wasn’t going to spoil our fun by telling her what was happening. There would be plenty of time for that, I was sure of it.
The picnic I’d arranged wasn’t too big—a couple of sandwiches, some pastries. A few bits of finger foods I had organized at the local bakery. Nothing too special, but enough for both of us to enjoy. I’d also foregone the bottle of wine for a bottle of water. Niamh didn’t enjoy soda a lot.
Now, perched up against a tree, Niamh between my spread legs, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” she asked.
I knew what she was thinking as she’d mentioned it a few times over the past week. Our time in Pickle Quest was coming to an end. What Niamh didn’t know, was during this time, I’d killed an additional two men.
Ivan and this little group of killers had also dealt with several bounty hunters. I didn’t know what the fuck Finn offered them, but their dead rivals didn’t seem to stop them in their tracks, which fucking sucked big time. It pissed me off. And yet, there was nothing I could do about it.