Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Leif.
He hasn’t changed after all.
In his own way, he sold his soul to the devil just as I did.
I enter Giancarlo’s room, followed by Leif.
“Wake up, asshole,” I say, making sure his call button to the nurses is well out of his reach.
He opens his eyes.
“You going to tell us where they took her?” Leif asks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice is still hoarse as he moves his gaze to Leif. “Who the fuck are you, anyway?”
“He’s with me.”
“Why should I tell either of you anything?”
“Because,” Leif says, pulling his pistol out of his ankle holster with amazing speed, “if you don’t, I’m going to finish what Savannah started.”
His eyes go wide. And the monitors go insane.
“Ease that up,” I say to him. “Take a few deep breaths, and ease off the panic, asshole. Because if anyone comes in here, your life is over.”
Just as I suspected, he’s able to bring his breathing and heart rate down to normal.
Of course he is.
He’s a fucking iceman. Hired guns always are.
They have to be.
“We’re going to have a little chat,” Leif says. “My pal here wants to know where his woman is.”
“His woman who tried to kill me?”
“You really want to go there?” I shake my head. “The two of you trespassed on my property, threatened to kidnap her. She was defending herself and defending me. You know that as well as I do. That ship has left the harbor, you prick. You’re going to level with us. You’re going to refer to her as Savannah or Ms. Gallo. If you mention her trying to kill you again, Leif will finish the job in the next minute.”
That quiets him down a little.
But then, “You don’t have the fucking balls.”
I suck in a breath, grit my teeth. “You saw me kill your buddy. And Leif here? He’s an ex-Navy SEAL. He doesn’t even need his piece to end your life.”
“But I—”
“Shut up,” Leif says. “No buts, no ifs, no ors. Where is Savannah Gallo?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think again.” Leif cocks his trigger.
Giancarlo’s eyes go wide. “I mean I really don’t know. He took her.”
Anger grips me. “He?”
“My boss. Miles McAllister.”
The pecking at my neck is now clawing, talons sinking into me.
Miles McAllister. I never got back to Lance’s to get the information on Savannah and McAllister. There wasn’t time…and there isn’t time now.
“All right,” Leif says. “Who the fuck is Miles McAllister?”
“He’s the son of a powerful crime lord based in Austin,” Giancarlo says, keeping his raspy voice low. “He was supposed to marry Savannah Gallo.”
Savannah told me as much, but now it sinks in like the fucking nails at my neck. “What the fuck did you say?”
He swallows, his eyes moving back and forth. “I’m not sure what’s going down. I’m on a need-to-know basis. But for some reason, Savannah Gallo has to marry Miles McAllister.”
Oh, hell no.
No one is marrying the woman I love except me.
Leif glances toward his pistol. “What else can you tell us? Where the hell are they?”
“I don’t know. On a plane to Las Vegas? All I know is he needs to get married to her quickly.”
“Savannah would never marry anyone else.”
“If she’s got a gun to her head like I do right now, she would probably say ‘I do’ pretty quickly.”
Jealousy swirls in my gut. But it’s overridden by anger—anger and fear and the need to protect my woman.
I’m like a wolf—a wolf who’s rabid and ready to kill for his mate.
“I can get that information,” Leif says. “I can find out where Miles McAllister is. The Wolfe family has all kinds of resources, and I have access.”
“All right.” I look into Giancarlo’s blue eyes, summoning the Savage within me. “You mention this to anyone? This little visit from us? Your plug will be pulled.”
“He’s right,” Leif says. “I’ve got someone on you twenty-four-seven. Someone here at the hospital. So don’t even think about betraying us.”
“I’ve got men on me too,” he says. “The McAllisters—”
“You’ve already fucked up,” I say. “The McAllisters have no qualms about letting you die. You think I don’t know how these things work? I met my share of you dildoes in prison. Once you fuck up, they wash their hands of you.”
That’s not exactly true, but Giancarlo doesn’t need to know that.
Leif secures his piece back in his ankle holster, moving his jeans to cover it.
I don’t know if Giancarlo is trustworthy. In all likelihood he’ll squawk like a canary once we leave.
We leave the room, walking toward the elevators and entering the stairwell quickly.
“You really have someone on them?” I ask.
“Yeah. But he won’t die, Falcon. I know you don’t want that for Savannah.”
“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t mind seeing him in his grave, but not until he’s completely cured of the injuries Savannah inflicted on him.”
“It’s just someone to threaten him. Scare him a little.”