Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“It’s safe out here.”
“There’s so many people.”
“Yes, and not all of them are intent on killing us.” He pulled her in close. “Besides, it would take a real amateur and a fool to take me on.”
“Have you ever been attacked out in the open?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She looked at him, wide eyed. “I can’t protect you.”
“You don’t need to protect me. I’m the one that needs to protect you.”
“That is not how this is supposed to work. As your wife, I’m supposed to be able to protect you.”
He tightened his hold on her hand. “All I expect you to do is to run as far and as fast as you can.”
Morgan didn’t like that. “Don’t.” She didn’t like this. “How do you expect me to do that?”
“Because it is what I told you to do.”
She didn’t like this, so she stopped walking. He took a few steps before he clearly realized she wasn’t following.
“Morgan, I am not going to argue with you about this.”
“You don’t have to argue, but you need to understand I am not happy about any of this. You expect me to run away. You expect me to leave you to deal with the people out there.” She was aware of the people in the park. “I can’t do that. You’re my husband.”
“And it is my job to protect you,” he said.
“Then equally as much, it is my job to protect you, Carver. I’m your wife, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you and there was a chance I might have been able to help.”
She wanted to scream at him, for him to understand.
Carver pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.
“I’ll teach you everything I want you to know. I’ll teach you how to fire a gun, but it will be for you to get away, do you understand me?”
Morgan wanted to argue with him, but she knew it was pointless. Carver at this time had made up his own mind and was being stubborn about it.
“Fine, you can teach me how to shoot and how to run away.” But that didn’t mean she would have to.
“Don’t,” Carver said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him.
She couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his lips against her neck. She loved it when he kissed her there. She gasped, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of him close. The air was crisp and cold. Overnight, a frost had fallen, and although it was past lunchtime, there was still an icy chill in the air, and several patches of ground were frozen.
“Don’t what?” she asked, trying to be innocent and coy.
“I won’t teach you anything else.”
“Okay.” But she had a feeling she might be a little more persuasive.
****
Carver held onto Morgan as they stepped inside the main house.
“Do you think we should be here?” Morgan asked.
Rigel was one of Romone’s main men. He was the one who went out and drew the business in.
He was aware that Rigel wanted to see him punished. This was why he wasn’t invited to this party. It was a small little soiree, with a couple of investors, along with a lot of businessmen, all of which didn’t earn their money through legal means.
Carver was entering the lion’s den. The only problem was, most of the men were nothing more than cubs. Romone was going to be at this party.
He leaned down and whispered against his wife’s ear. “I go wherever the hell I want to go, and no one is going to stop me.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek.
His wife wore a beautiful red dress. The straps were thin, and the bodice melded to every curve of her body, emphasizing her full tits. It stayed that way as it went to her hips, and then dropped down, falling around her ankles. There was a slit in the side of the dress, going to just above her knee. It was classy, sexy, and sultry at the same time.
Her long, blonde hair had been curled, and she wore minimal makeup. He also sensed how nervous she was.
“You’re my wife.”
“I’m not used to this,” she said. “My parents always had invitations to parties like these.”
“I know.”
“And you don’t have an invitation,” she said.
“I don’t need one.”
They had already passed the security at the door. The main guard had looked at the guest list, and had already known who he was. Carver had waited to see if he had the balls to tell him he wasn’t on the list. It probably didn’t help that the last security guard had ended up without his own dick as punishment for trying to keep him out of an event.
Carver didn’t take too kindly to being excluded. He saw it as an insult.
The house was beautiful. Fine furnishings, and pure wood pieces, expensive-looking carpets, artwork on the walls. It screamed money, it yelled prestige, and Carver knew he would gladly destroy it all if he chose.