Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“I’m on it,” he says, able to see my location. I shove my phone back in my pocket and sprint, making two blocks before the van comes to a screeching stop along the side of the street. I throw the door open and jump in, and the tired squeal, taking off before the door is even closed.
“They just pulled up.” I say, taking in a breath as I look at my phone. We’re not far, but so much can happen in a little amount of time. Evan honks as we blow through an intersection and I jump out before the van is even stopped. I’m right outside the swanky apartments. The tracker put Mira inside just seconds ago. A black G-Wagon slowly rolls forward onto Clark Street and Evan gives me a nod, letting me know he saw it—and that they probably saw us. He’ll call for backup but I can’t wait that long.
Flashing my badge, the doorman hesitates but lets me in.
“I’m looking for a man, about five-six with dark hair who would have come in with a woman, also about five-six wearing a black dress.
“Elevators,” he tells me. “You just missed them.”
“Fuck.” I rush over and see that the elevator is already heading up, on level two. I press the button for the fifth floor and then sprint to the stairs. This is why I workout.
I’m out of breath when I get to the fifth floor, but I recover fast, stopping right in front of the door as the elevator dings to a stop. I pull out my gun, steadying myself. Please let them fucking be in here.
“Stop,” I hear Mira protest as the door opens. Enzo has her pressed up against the wall and one of the straps of her dress has been pulled to the side. I step in just enough to keep the elevator doors from closing.
“Lorenzo Moretti,” I start, eyes narrowing as I aim my gun right at him. “You’re under arrest.”
“I’m fine,” Mira assures me. “Really.”
We’re at her house, cuddled up on the couch. “I should have gotten there sooner. I never would have let you go inside that building alone.”
“I thought if I could get inside and then call, you’d have enough reason to search the place.”
“Smart, but not worth your safety. And I got you.” I stretch my legs out and pull her to me. “We do make a good team.”
“We do.” Mira rests her head against me and closes her eyes. Enzo is in custody and he assaulted a federal agent in his attempt to escape. It was enough for an arrest, and he actually had drugs on him. It was the perfect storm and just enough to give us clearance for a warrant to search his apartment.
“But that is done. I’m never putting you in harm's way again.”
“Hey, you got the bad guy because of me.” She tips her head up for a kiss. “And you also got me.”
“I like that more,” I say with a laugh, though it hits me as soon as the words leave my mouth. I do like it more. My life, up until now, has been about catching the next guy. No matter what, I always wanted another chase. It kept me going…and kept me distracted. Because now I want something else—someone else.
I’ve never craved a person before, and how much I want Mira almost scares me. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough. Every touch, every kiss…it only leaves me wanting more and I know there is only one thing I want to spend the rest of my life not just chasing, but loving and protecting.
Mira.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
MIRA
“Holy shit.”
“Language,” Mom chastises, raising her eyebrows. “There are little ones around.”
“Eh, they say worse,” Beth confesses and we laugh. “And holy shit is right. I can’t believe you were working on this the whole time and didn’t tell us!”
I’m at my mom’s for Sunday brunch and I have the newspaper spread out in front of us. My parents still get it, and I almost forgot how shocking it is to see the large printed letters forming the headline of an article.
And right now we’re staring at the front page, which is about the FBI’s big bust on organized crime in Chicago. Lorenzo is in jail and the FBI recovered a bunch of evidence from his downtown apartment. There aren’t details in the paper, but I know from Mason, they found the keys to a truck, linking him to the Bow Tie murders. There are still a lot of hoops to jump through, but this is the biggest break they’ve had in years.
“I couldn’t! Trust me, it was a hard secret to keep but was for your safety.” I laugh. “I don’t feel like I did much. I just went on some fake dates with the guy and wore a wire the whole time.”