Page 50 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
My gaze was sharp as a blade, as my fingers drummed slowly against the glass of my tumbler.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you where you sit for failing to deliver the girl.” I said looking at my beautiful associate. “Why I shouldn’t sell your mediocre pussy to the highest bidder in one of my houses.” I asked, my voice calm but deadly.
Sabrina didn’t flinch, her eyes, icy and unreadable, locked onto mine with a cool defiance. It was comical really. She knew that in the snap of my fingers I could have her drugged andinside a cargo container by tonight. But she still acted unafraid. I respected it.
“Because I’m the only one who’s already been in his bed, in his mind, and under his skin. You send soldiers, he’ll kill them. You send hackers, his people will outsmart them. But me?” Her lips curled, slow and calculated. “I can walk through the front door. And when the time is right... I’ll rip him apart from the inside out.”
“Good,” I said, happy we were on the same page. “Don’t fail me again. You won’t like your punishment. So, Kyle Harris is dead, am I correct?”
Hector my second nodded.
“His father wants out. Says it’s too hot.”
“He doesn’t get out. No one does. Not until I get what I was promised.” I said, smiling coldly.
“And the girl, boss?” Hector asked.
“The girl is mine by blood oath and paid contract.” I said, opening a file with a grainy photo of Timberly, smiling with a missing tooth. “She’s going to be part of this family, whether they want it or not.”
“And the mother, boss?” Another man cleared his throat
“Kill her if you want. I don’t care. But bring me the girl alive.” I answered, leaning back in my seat, closing the file. “Oh, and tell our new friends, the ones from down south. Tell them it’s open season in Timberline." I said, my smile cold as death.
Crew
The night was almost quiet as Nova laid in my arms, the baby shifting inside her. She was four months now, and we just found out we were having a baby boy. I still hadn’t let her go back to work; she had promoted her ADON Kim to DON and Tyra to the ADON position in her absence. Timberly had finally insisted on sleeping in her own bed, declaring she was "brave enough now."
Nova had cried when she shut the door behind her, the pregnancy hormones definitely getting to her. I just pulled her close and held her until she was settled. Once we were in bed Nova was curled into me, her head tucked beneath my chin, my hand resting on the bump that was getting harder to ignore these days. Four months in, and she was glowing in a way that made my chest tight every time I looked at her. Our baby was growing, and for the first time in a long time, the house felt like a home again. Timberly was laughing more, and the security alerts had gone quiet. Even the damn air felt lighter. But peace wasn’t forever, it could crumble like someone waiting for you to breathe deep so they could punch you in the gut.
I pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering something soft just for her. She hummed, eyes half-lidded, fingers trailing lazy patterns on my chest. We didn’t say much tonight. We didn’tneed to. It was one of those rare nights where the world didn’t demand anything from us. Just skin against skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, her belly rising and falling with our child between us. If I could freeze time, this would be the moment I’d pick.
But my instincts wouldn’t sleep. Not fully. I’d been in the game too long, seen too many nights like this turn into blood-soaked nightmares. So, while Nova rested, I stayed half-alert, listening. For what, I didn’t know. A whisper of tires on gravel, fuck a bird that didn't chirp right. My gun was always within reach, even under these soft blankets. Nova thought I didn’t sleep well because of nightmares. Nah. I didn’t sleep because peace never stayed, and when it broke, it broke hard.
And just like that, it did.
The window in the hallway shattered first with a quiet pop, then the sound of feet on tile came loud and heavy. The front door blew open an instant later, with no knocks, no warning. Timberly screamed and Nova jerked up, wide-eyed, protective instinct kicking in before fear could land. I was already moving, grabbing my Glock from the nightstand and tossing her my phone. “Get to Timberly,” I ordered, my voice a low snarl. She didn’t argue, she never did when it came to protecting our girl. I was already heading toward the chaos, blood boiling, and heart cold. Because I knew that scent of copper in the air, covered by the soft scent of flowers.
Sabrina.
She was in my home, and she didn’t come alone. I caught a glimpse of her just as I rounded the corner, flanked by two niggas the size of the twins. That bitch had brought war to my home, to my family. And now, I wasn’t just fighting to protect Nova and Timberly. I was fighting to end it for good. I took the corner; gun raised, ready to spill blood and there she was. Standing in the middle of the hallway like a ghost conjured from my worst nightmares. Her face hadn’t changed much, but thelight in her eyes had. Gone was the woman I once loved, the one I would’ve crumbled cities for. In her place stood a weapon, cold and polished, aimed straight at the life I’d built. Her lips curled when she saw me, like she’d been waiting for this moment.
“Hello, baby,” she said, voice like smoke and venom. “Miss me?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Too many things slammed into me at once, memories, betrayal, the war waging behind her eyes. My finger twitched on the trigger, but something in me hesitated. She stepped forward, slow, her eyes raking over me like she still knew my every weakness.
“You didn’t come for me,” she whispered. “So, I brought the storm to you.”
Gunfire cracked from another room and Nova let out a blood curdling scream, as Timberly’s cries grew louder. My heart ripped in two as I moved to push past Sabrina, but a flash of metal in her hand stopped me.
“You should’ve let me die,” she hissed, and then there was fire.
Pain exploded through my side as a bullet tore into me. My knees buckled, and I dropped hard, blood already soaking my shirt. Around me, chaos erupted with shouts, more gunshots, and screams. I couldn’t move, my vision blurred as I saw men storming toward the bedrooms, Kyle’s father’s soldiers more than likely dragging something or someone through the hallway. Nova’s voice echoed, raw and defiant. Timberly was calling my name. I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t obey.
Then came the thundering of Black’s voice barking orders. Blue’s team swarmed the halls like shadows with teeth. Gunfire turned deafening. Sabrina’s snarl cut through it all, and I heard her retreating, shouting orders as her men fell back under the weight of their counterattack. I couldn’t see Nova. I couldn’t see Timberly. Just red, pain and then… nothing. Darknessswallowed me whole, the sounds of war fading into a whisper, leaving me cold and empty with one thought repeating like a drumbeat in my head.
They took my family.
To Be Continued….