Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I’ll take you to the station,” he said. “You can drive my truck home from there.”
I nodded, but a thought occurred to me. “What about all your things you need? Your Kevlar vest and gun?”
I saw him smile as he piled into the truck. “I have extras at the station.”
That was all he said, and I decided not to push for any more information. The less I had to worry about, the better in my opinion.
“Okay,” I replied softly. “I’ll go home to my place, though. I have to grab more food for Mr. Feathers.”
“Just go buy some,” he suggested as he made a U-turn and started into traffic on the opposite side of the road. “And, if you’re out, grab some pregnancy tests.”
I blinked, turning to him slowly.
“What?”
The question was shrieked so loudly that he winced.
Then the motherfucker smiled.
“I haven’t done you with a condom on in the last few months we’ve been together, and you haven’t had a period in the same amount of time,” he informed me smugly.
I counted back to my last period, and then recounted.
“What…how…why?” I stuttered. “I can’t be pregnant. I’m on the shot. There’s no reason for you to be using birth control!”
I wasn’t due to get my next shot until two weeks from now.
I’d also been religious about getting them. I’d even gotten one about two weeks into my new relationship with Dean. There was no way in hell that I was pregnant.
“I’m not pregnant,” I told him haughtily. “I’m fat. You’re making me fat.”
“Something I did made you fat, yes. But it’s not the food, that’s for sure,” he leered at me.
I glared at him through narrow-eyed slits. Surely I had had a period in the last four months, right? Though, I was on the shot. Being on the shot sometimes fucked with your periods.
“Shut up.”
He did, but the annoying man smiled all the way to the police station.
“Love you, baby,” he whispered to me. “It’ll be okay.”
I glared at him harder, causing him to laugh.
“Say you love me, July Amsel.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, and he grinned before getting out of the truck and jogging up to a side door.
Not willing to let him leave me for a SWAT call without him knowing, I got out of the truck and ran up to him.
He stopped when he heard me approaching, and it was then I became aware of the men that were making their way to us.
I didn’t stop, though.
I knew who they were.
Two were his fellow firefighters. More of them were cops that were on the SWAT team with him.
I didn’t feel the least bit intimidated as I threw myself into his arms and wrapped my legs around his hips.
He grinned at me.
“Yes, ma’am? You mauled?” he teased.
I pressed my lips against his. Once. Twice. Three times. Then let my feet drop from his hips.
He let me go, and I slid to the floor beside him. “I love you, too.”
He gave me a slap on the ass as I turned to leave, and my face flushed with color as I waved to the men who were waiting for us to move out of the doorway.
After a tiny wave, eliciting smiles out of the group, I ran for Dean’s truck.
And headed straight for the store.
A store where I would not be buying pregnancy tests.
And thank fucking God I didn’t.
Chapter 18
Once I learn someone hates me, I make sure to go out of my way to piss them off because that’s what adults do.
-Fact of Life
July
My face felt funny, and I was fairly sure that I’d been drugged.
My head also felt like it was going to burst due to the pressure that was throbbing to a breaking point in my skull.
“Can’t fuck her. Boss said all we were allowed to do was detain her,” a familiar voice drawled. “He also said we have to feed her and keep her healthy. She’s already been bought. We’re waiting on the buyer to get her travel ironed out.”
I peeled my eyes open, and immediately vomited all over the small cage I’d been placed in. Like a dog.
“Gross. Gonna have to drag that outside and hose her down,” another familiar voice gagged.
“Just let Raven do it. Raven needs to earn her keep, anyway,” the other voice that was becoming more and more familiar, replied.
I bit my lip and finally looked up through the wire cage of my prison, and started at seeing both Jensen and Barrett staring down at me.
“Always wanted to have you in my home,” Barrett said. “Just wish it was willingly.”
I swallowed thickly and didn’t reply, then turned my eyes to Jensen.
He gave me nothing as well, and I licked my lips, nearly vomiting again when I tasted the bile residue.
Jensen smiled and walked out of the small room I was being kept in, a cell made out of concrete cinder blocks. The only thing different about the walls was the small metal door that led outside to something.