Series: The Moretti Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Markus is it for me, and that is both terrifying and sad because I know he will never truly be mine. A second later, his entire body tightens, his movements cease, and the warmth of his release spills inside of me. Collapsing against me, he presses his body into mine, and the weight of him makes me feel safe, secure, cocooned.
I sigh and stretch out beneath him. His cock slips out of me, and I can feel our juices dripping out of me. Still, we remain where we are in a bubble of post-orgasmic bliss.
Stroking my hair, Markus whispers softly into my ear, “Everything is going to be okay. I’ve got you, Fallon. You’re mine, and I protect what is mine.”
He says it like I’m his treasure, something he values and cherishes forever, but I know the truth. When he is done with me, once I’ve reached my maxim use, he will toss me in the garbage and move on.
I’m nothing special to him.
Everything is not okay, and even after I rescue my sister, it won’t be. I never anticipated falling for my captor, and now that I have, the idea of walking away is earth shattering.
36
Markus
Handing one of my guns to Fallon, I watch as she simply stares at it. Instead of reaching for it, she looks at it like it’s some kind of alien device.
“Have you shot a gun before?”
“No.”
“If everything goes as planned, you won’t have to, but I need you to at least have this. If I go down, you start shooting.”
“If you go down?” she asks in a high-pitched voice. “What do you mean?”
“Fallon, you know what we are walking into. I might get shot. Fuck, you might get shot.” Even though I will do everything I can to prevent that. Just the thought of her getting hurt has my chest aching, but I know she won’t stay behind.
The only thing calming my nerves right now is knowing that she is wearing a bulletproof vest underneath her sweater. Of course, that won’t save her if someone aims for her head. Fuck, I can’t think about this, or I won’t go through with it.
I’m already contemplating calling this whole thing off, throwing Fallon over my shoulder and taking her back home, where I’ll keep her chained to the bed. Yes, that would be much safer.
“Okay, I’ll take it.” She reaches for the gun. It looks much bigger in her hand. Her fragile fingers wrap around the sleek metal tentatively.
“It’s loaded with a bullet in the chamber. There is no safety. All you have to do is point and shoot, that’s it. Aim for the chest if you can.”
“Got it. Point at chest and shoot,” she repeats, but her voice is shaky, making me wonder if she could really go through with it.
Would she kill someone if her life depends on it? I already know she would risk her life to protect someone else, but would she take a life to protect her own?
“Just stay behind me and follow my lead.”
Felix was able to get me the blueprints of the building, and the intel says there are only three guys guarding her. We should be able to take them down easily since we have the element of surprise on our side.
“Ready?” I give her a final once over.
“So fucking ready,” Fallon answers right away, making me smile.
She was nervous on the flight, she was scared on the drive over here, but now her head is in the game. Her hands are steady, and her voice is determined.
“Let’s go,” I nod and lead her down the alley.
I parked the rental a block away, so they wouldn’t hear a car approaching. This whole block consists of abandoned buildings, most of them condemned, which means besides the occasional homeless person, you won’t find anyone here. Especially not in a fifty-thousand-dollar SUV.
Staying close to the wall, I walk down the small back road with Fallon following close behind. When we get to the building, I spot the camera above the door, right where Felix said it would be. I don’t know how he was able to figure out all this shit, but I don’t care. I’m just glad he did.
Before we’re close enough for the camera to pick us up, I raise my gun and fire the shot, shooting straight into the lens.
“Hurry,” I urge as I quickly make my way to the door, holster my gun and get the lock pick kit out. The door is older, and it only takes me a minute before the lock clicks open. In one swift move, I pocket the kit and retrieve my gun.
I open the door slowly, staying low just in case someone is already in the hallway. Sticking my head in, I see nothing but an empty space.
“It’s clear,” I whisper and move inside. Fallon is so close, I can feel her body heat behind me, and I let that calm the fear coursing through my veins. The fear of something happening to her tonight.