Second chance for the Mafia prince (January and Gulliver) novel Chapter 165

Saving Gulliver Part I

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January stood next to Glenn and behind Ford as listened to the screaming of Duchess in the room where she was holding Gulliver captive.

Everything was eerie and strange in the darkness as she

adjusted to the military grade goggles that Glenn had fitted to her head before the men had cut power to the house. It seemed to make the rest of her senses heightened and she was wishing her hearing was dulled because listening to Duchess scream about wanting Gulliver’s semen was making her skin crawl.

“I’m not leaving without the baby I’m due!”

January looked at Glenn and whispered, “she is off her fucking rocker.”

“This is why Gulliver tried to protect you from her before. She’s not someone you can rationalize with. She’s twitchy and she can fire a gun, stab with precision and is pretty versed in torture. She came from a wealthy family, though we took over most of their assets when Gulliver bought out her grandfather’s company when their stock tanked due to her corporate espionage charges. She was the consummate spoiled princess who nobody ever told no. She seems to be struggling to understand the concept of not getting what she wants.”

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She shook her head, “we better make sure we don’t turn Kaylee

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“Nah, Kaylee is the right kind of crazy,” Ford looked over his shoulder at her. “She’s rescue smelly skunks, protect the family kind of crazy, not kidnap a man to steal his semen crazy.”

He bounced the device in his hand which was soon going to be tossed in the direction of the door where they knew the lawyer, Duchess and three or four men were guarding Gulliver.

“That won’t hurt him will it?”

“It’s going to knock them all out. He probably needs to be knocked out considering the injuries you said he has.” He motioned to everyone to put up their gas masks over their night vision goggles and when everyone moved quickly to do as he bid, he didn’t waste time and tossed the gas bomb down the hall.

“What the hell is that?” Duchess screamed from in the room as thick smoke filled the space.

January made a face behind her mask wondering how the hell anyone could fuck someone with a voice like hers. It grated like nails on a chalkboard. They stood waiting for the sound of bodies to hit the floor and then Ford was waving the men who were behind her and Glenn to swarm the room. The sound of gunshots made her flinch nervously but then one of the men called out.

“Clear!”

She rushed down the hall and into the bedroom to find Gulliver

Strapped down to a bed. She used her knife to start slicing

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glance. She knew the men she was with were going to start carrying out the unconscious bodies of the people on the floor.

“Holy fuck,” Glenn’s laughter filtered to her. “I think Gulliver managed to land a hit to her face.” He lifted her up by the hair, “she’s still bleeding!”

“That’s my man,” she said boldly as she grimaced. “Looks like they just threw him here on this bed and left him. The glass is still in his fucking shoulder through the jacket.”

“The lawyer couldn’t find a doctor at this time of night and he was trying to get in touch with Duchess‘ grandfather to help set something up but couldn’t reach him on account of him being dead and all.” Ford moved to stand on the other side of the bed and looked Gulliver over quickly. “He’s lost a lot of blood from the looks of things. We’ll get him out of here. The doctor is on call in our make–shift clinic.” He was checking his pulse and grimaced, “he’s alive but he’s definitely not doing well.”

Suddenly Gulliver’s eyes popped and he gave a startled scream at the sight of people standing over him in gas masks and night vision goggles.

“It’s us, buddy. It’s me and January. Glenn’s here too!” Ford tried to reassure him. “How the hell are you awake with this gas

in the air?”

“Fucking bitch wants my dick.” He groaned. “Can’t let her have it need to stay awake to make sure she doesn’t get it. It belongs to J.”

34 get a nickname now?” she giggled as his eyes swiveled

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