Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking to you, Kyah,” he growls, leaning in, his big hand squeezing just enough to leave me gasping for air, and more than certain that I’ll be permanently scrubbing his name off my schedule. “I’ve invested too much time into you to allow you to fuck around with someone else, especially now that Crew is out of the picture.”
I clench my jaw, narrowing my gaze to furious slits. “I’ll never belong to you.”
Viper just grins, adjusting his hand around my throat until he’s pushing my chin up, my gaze locked on his. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” he tells me before crushing his lips to mine in a forceful, bruising kiss, his tongue invading my mouth. He pulls back, clenching his jaw as though he didn’t just violate my mouth. “You already do.”
26
REID
A deep rage filters through my body as I sit back in the café across from High Voltage Ink, barely able to control myself, the need to kill bursting through my body, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Not only did I just learn that Mason Ledger cornered Kyah when I wasn’t there to protect her, but Viper just shoved his tongue down her throat when she’s made it more than clear that she doesn’t want any kind of relationship with him.
I need to do something about this. Neither of those bastards are going to get away with this bullshit. But considering Viper currently has a protection detail on Kyah that benefits her safety, I’m gonna have to start with Mason Ledger.
Being in my line of business, it’s not hard to find the right contact who can point me in Mason’s direction, and by the time night has fallen, I stand outside one of his many warehouses, each one filled with the horrors of what he does for a living.
I trust that Viper would have eventually done this for me, but he seems to enjoy taking his time, and that shit isn’t going to work for me. Every day he’s allowed to pass is another day where Kyah has been in danger while under his protection, and if something had happened to her, there’s nowhere he would have been safe from me.
After completing a full perimeter walk of the property, I get a good feel for what I’m going to expect inside, and it’s clear that Mason has hired more than his fair share of security, but unfortunately for them, they won’t be seeing any action tonight. I’ll be in and out before they even realize their boss is dead. Though the security cameras might be an issue. This system is far more complex than the one in Kyah’s apartment. I won’t even bother trying to hack into it. I’m just going to have to be cautious. Though, is anybody really going to go searching for the man who killed Mason Ledger? They should be too busy celebrating his death. Besides, what are they going to do, call the cops to say that someone just murdered the head of their human trafficking ring and to come down to their warehouse immediately? Yeah right. I think I’m safe.
Not having the patience to draw this out, I find the best point of entry and pull a black mask over my face before making my move and keeping to the shadows. There’s one security guard covering this door, and as he peers down at his phone, assuming he’s safe, I slip in behind him, my hand covering his mouth as my other arm locks around his throat. I squeeze tight as he struggles against my hold, but it takes only a moment before the asshole is out cold.
He drops like a heavy sack of shit, and I drag his body into the shadows while doing my best to evade the cameras. I steal the key card off his hip and unclip the radio from his belt before letting myself through the back door.
The warehouse is a fucking maze, and the amount of women in cages makes my stomach turn. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting a good hard-on for ending someone’s life, but even I have lines that I won’t cross. And this here . . . fuck. The idea of Kyah ending up in this warehouse to be sold to the highest bidder makes my skin crawl.
There must be at least forty or fifty women of varying ages, and considering the way they’re each presented in lingerie and scattered throughout the warehouse with numbers on the front of their cages, I can only assume that tonight is auction night. Though, unluckily for Mason, I’ll be the only bastard reaping rewards tonight.
Not wanting to be caught before I get the chance to satisfy this wicked need burning inside of me, I move through the warehouse, heading for the back, knowing a man like Mason Ledger is probably lounging in his office with his feet up while his men do all the dirty work.