Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“You can’t do that,” he rasped.
Liam slammed his head against the wall again. “I didn’t say you could talk,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I can do it, and I did. Now, I’m going to let my woman get her things, and then she’s walking out the door with me. Do you understand?”
Wallace glared over at me. He felt like he was losing, and I knew he’d retaliate.
“You’ll regret this,” he spit.
“Dumb fucker,” Liam growled, then planted his fist across his jaw.
Wallace’s head slumped forward, and Liam let go of him. His body crumpled to the floor.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“He’s not dead,” Liam said, moving over to me.
I looked from the heap on my floor up to Liam. He bent down and covered my mouth with his. The hard warmth of his lips and tickle of his beard was like waking up from a bad dream and realizing it wasn’t real. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, and I opened for him. Grabbing his arms, I went up on my tiptoes, desperate to taste more.
In the distance, I heard someone clear their throat, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to continue savoring this.
“Could you move it outside, Liam? It’ll be less of a mess to handle if we leave now,” a man’s voice said.
Liam groaned, pulling back from me, his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah,” he replied in a gruff voice, not looking away from me.
“Come with me,” he said as his hands gripped my hips.
With Wallace on the floor, unconscious, I knew I couldn’t stay here.
I nodded. “My purse,” I told him.
He let go of me and went to take it from my desk, then came back, sliding his arm around me. I saw the massive man standing at the door. I recognized him. He’d been in Liam’s office that day at the club. When the Mafia was there.
Liam had brought the Mafia here?
I blinked up at him as he glanced over at Wallace, then back at Liam.
“Tell me you didn’t kill him,” the large man said.
“No, but he wouldn’t shut up,” Liam replied.
The man nodded, as if that made complete sense. “We will finish up here,” the man told him.
Liam led me through a completely deserted office and to the elevators. I scanned the area, looking for someone, but I only saw another familiar man. This was the one who had come out of Liam’s office to hurry him up after he took me out in the hallway because I’d interrupted their meeting. He didn’t appear frightening. He was more of a head turner in a pretty-boy way. Not like Liam.
The man smirked at me as if he had read my thoughts. A sadistic glint in his eyes made me stiffen.
“It’s fine,” Liam said, pulling me closer to his side. “He’s a psycho bastard, but he’s with us.”
I nodded and leaned against Liam until we were safely in the elevator, going down.
“He is going to press charges,” I said, clinging to him. I didn’t want him to go to jail.
“No, he won’t,” Liam replied, then kissed the top of my head. “I swear.”
I shook my head. “You don’t know him, Liam. He doesn’t like to lose, and you just humiliated him. He will be furious.”
Liam chuckled. “I doubt it, but I really hope he’s stupid enough to try.”
The elevator opened, and we stepped out. The lobby was like upstairs. Empty. Where was everyone?
A tattooed man with short platinum-blond hair stepped around the corner and nodded at Liam. I glanced back at him as we left, trying to figure out if he was Mafia or Judgment.
Was that how the place had been vacated? The Mafia had done all this?
“Your suitcases are already in my car,” Liam said when we stepped outside.
I stopped and took a deep breath before looking at him.
“I said I needed time. And just because I left with you doesn’t change that. I left because I had to choose you or Wallace, and it will always be you. That isn’t even a choice. But, Liam, I want to be someone you respect. I want to do something that makes you proud. I want my son to have a mother he is proud of. I’m thirty-one, and I’ve not accomplished anything. I have no college degree, I can’t afford a car, and now, I have no apartment.”
Liam grabbed my chin, and his eyes narrowed. “For starters, that shit about your car was me being a fucking dick. Being able to afford a car doesn’t give a person worth. And there are millionaires who don’t have a college degree. That doesn’t matter either. As for an apartment”—he shook his head—“darlin’, you are my home. You will be our son’s home. A structure doesn’t mean shit. A house is an empty shell without the soul of the home inside of it. You’re that for me. You’ll be that for our son. Not every kid has that kind of mom. They aren’t blessed with someone who is willing to fight for them, who will give up anything for them, who will endure pain to save them from it.”