Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
His strokes slow down as Victor's tongue circles my mouth slowly until we both feel the sweet release of his climax inside of me.
Early morning sun rays wake me the next morning, happy to be in Victor's bed, and happy that my work in this town is done.
I start, “I know I said I’d come back for us, for you, Victor. “
He keeps his gaze directed at the ceiling. "But there's nothing here for you except me. These last few people, it was personal and it's going to be hard for me to do what I do, if you stay."
I let out a sigh of relief. "I plan on setting up in Pennsylvania somewhere. Do you want to come with me?"
"I do, but I need to finish things up here. I don't want anything we did over the past few days to come back to haunt us," he says. "I'll make sure the evidence left behind makes it look like Hammer killed Kush and Simon for turning on him. Your dad can remain the victim and get the insurance for the robbery."
"Thank you, Victor."
"I'd do anything for you, Chelsea. I love you."
"I love you too."
EPILOGUE
VICTOR
Five Years Later
Chelsea is breathtakingly beautiful as she waltzes inside a fine-dining restaurant. The way her ivory dress hugs her curves should be illegal, a crime to look this good. People can't help but watch as she follows the hostess to a nearby table. She's not sitting alone for long.
The hostess seats a man at her table whose eyes jump around the room. He's not the type to make me nervous, but he's fidgeting too much for my liking. However, I understand his discomfort. Discussing murder in a public space isn't the most comfortable thing to do.
"It's like I said on the phone. I want to schedule an appointment for your, um, firearms and safety class. A private lesson," the man whispers in a hurried tone.
Chelsea nods, sipping her drink. "I have a few openings in my schedule. Purchase the course and I'll be in touch. Thank you for treating me to lunch."
The dismissiveness in her tone, along with a raise of her drink, silently demands that her guest get up and leave. He scurries out of the restaurant, which gives me room to slip into his seat without anyone else paying attention.
"Next time, I'll take a vodka tonic. I don't know what this is." Chelsea swirls the amber liquid in her glass and sets it on the table.
"I'll keep that in mind. I passed my lieutenant's exam. I'm like, twentieth on the list, but I'm on it. I need you to let this private session be the last for a while. I won't have the pull to maneuver around your assignments for a while."
Chelsea leans in, placing her hand on top of mine and rubbing it gently. "We can take a break right now. That last one is too squeamish. He's liable to be a mess that needs cleaning."
I shake my head. "I don't know why you have these meetings face-to-face anyway."
"Because no one ever knows if I'm the one pulling the trigger or blade or if I'm simply a middleman. I need to know what's going to happen after the private session he's paid for. If he needs to become a mess that not only I have to clean up, but you as well. The contract will be canceled."
I nod and smile. "That's perfect because that gives us time."
"Time for what?"
I signal a server to bring on my surprise. They place a bucket of champagne and one of her favorite pastries on the table. My fingers toy with a royal blue velvet box in my pocket, just big enough for the ring I want her to wear forever.
"Time to go on our honeymoon after we get married. That's after you decide to marry me." I offer her a grin, but she playfully tosses a napkin at me.
"If that's your idea of a proposal—"