Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Figured you were into gang shit or something,” she says, waving her hand at me.
“What gave it away? The kidnapping? The tattoos? The safe house?”
“Your attitude,” she answers, and I can’t help but laugh. Her mouth tilts up to one side as she tries to hide her laugh.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe,” I promise her.
Her eyes sparkle. “You better, or else you’ll have no one to stitch you up next time you annoy someone enough that they knife you.”
4
KACIE
I’ve slept more in the last three days than I have in the last eight years. I can’t remember a time before this that I got eight hours a night, despite knowing the scientific and medical reasons I should be.
Studying medicine and juggling placements and exams meant there simply wasn’t time to waste eight hours being unconscious. I’ve learned how to live off four or five, but I have to admit to myself, however begrudgingly, that I feel much more refreshed and alive after a full night’s sleep. The bed here is comfy as sin, too, with plush pillows and the snuggliest blankets. Kellan called this place a safe house, so I expected the bare minimum. Compared to my tiny studio apartment, though, I feel like I’m living in luxury.
The thought of my kidnapper turned patient turned whatever the hell you call someone you had the best sex of your life with and have been hiding from ever since has me burying my head in my pillow with a groan. I’m wearing his clothes since I have none of my own here, and that dark, slightly spicy scent of him clings to my skin. I’m not one to avoid confrontation, but in the last few days, I’ve made every effort to speak to him in a strictly professional manner.
Because … fuck, there’s something between us and I don’t know if I can fight it. I don’t want to fight it, which is insane. We can’t work out, can we?
My heart beats the answer loud and clear.
Yes, you can.
Resolved to be a big girl and speaking to Kellan properly, I roll out of bed. I tug a plastic comb through my hair—not ideal but better than nothing—brush my teeth and braid my hair back out of my face before leaving the bedroom and heading in search of the Don.
“Mornin’, Blondie,” Kellan greets from the kitchen, his gaze landing on me like a physical touch. I step towards him, grateful when he slides me a warm mug of tea and gestures to the plate of toast and fruit waiting for me.
“Morning,” I say back, my blood heating just being close to him. There’s no denying it even if I want to. Whatever’s between us … it’s special. It’s more than just physical attraction, though God knows there’s tons of that too.
“Sleep well?” he asks, eyes roving over my body as I nod. He must see something written on my face because he adds, “What’s going on in that pretty head, Doc?”
I huff a laugh and shrug, popping a strawberry in my mouth to avoid answering while I consider my words. He watches my lips as I chew, looking like he’s starving for more than fruit.
I swallow and say, “I just … I’m not used to doing nothing, I guess. I miss my work, you know? I’ve been working towards being a doctor and surgeon my whole life and now…”
Kellan nods, not looking apologetic at all, but there’s a flash of understanding in his eyes. “You don’t have to give that up.”
I frown. “I heard you say you weren’t gonna let me go,” I point out, weirdly not scared by that fact. Out of all the people who could have kidnapped me, a Mafia man who feeds me delicious food and makes me tea and fucks me so good I can’t stop thinking about it for days is hardly something I can be mad about—all things considered. Shit, now I’m thinking about fucking him.
Get control of yourself! I try to tell my body, but my pussy is not listening. My body wants him and bad.
“True,” Kellan admits with a one-shoulder shrug. “But this is the Mafia, gorgeous. We need a talented doc, and a surgeon’s even better.”
I consider that, nodding. I hate the idea of anyone getting hurt like Kellan had been, but if I’m not around to stitch them up and treat them … the thought makes me shudder. “I’ll need more than that tiny first aid box.”
Kellan smirks, and it damn near takes my breath away. If he keeps this up, I’m going to need to treat myself for an oxygen deficiency.
“Make a list,” he tells me, sipping his coffee. “Whatever you need.”
I raise a brow at him, sliding a blueberry between my lips purposefully slowly. His eyes track the movement, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. Knowing he’s as affected by my presence as I am by his makes sparks skitter along my skin.