Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
With that, I turn and walk out, a smile on my face.
I’m not about to take the mans job, but I’m sure as hell not going to sit back and let him enjoy every second of it.
He needs to know that he didn’t get it because he’s good, or deserving, he got it because he’s a liar and a cheat.
That will niggle away at him, and he’ll forever know he wasn’t worthy of the chance.
Cruel? Probably.
But so is risking my life.
That’s one less thing on my to do list.
Little by little, I’m finding my answers.
Little by little, I’m getting closer to the truth.
Gone is the weak, broken girl who was left in shambles after that article was released.
Instead, I’m bringing myself back, and all my passion and determination will help me rise to the top.
I’m going to get to the bottom of this, no matter who I have to stomp down to do so.
Starting with Bill Whart ...
7
“One of the boys returned,” I say, standing in front of Western a few days later.
His eyes scan over me, almost raking my body, which sparks a fire inside that I’m finding harder and harder to control. I swore to myself that what I did now would only be about the foster kids moving forward, but being around him again is making that very hard. That thought makes me feel weak, because he isn’t exactly treating me like an angel, but my stupid brain seems to be unable to comprehend that and still wants me to jump his bones any chance I can.
“I heard,” he murmurs, his eyes empty of any kind of emotion, like this news doesn’t seem to bother him at all. “What did Bill ask you to find out?”
Bill made his first request: he wants me to find out how the club is involved in the entire situation. He’s convinced they have a hand in it, and it’s causing him and his “boss” problems. I find it hard to believe the club would be involved in taking and selling children, but he is adamant they are, and he wants to know how. I’m not certain I want that answer, but, for now, I don’t have much of a choice.
“He wants to know how you’re involved in the foster kids going missing. He is convinced the club has something to do with it, and he wants to know how.”
Western’s eyes flash and his face tightens in a way that’s a little unnerving because it means that perhaps, there is the smallest possibility that Bill is right, and they do have something to do with it. Surely not, surely after everything Western went through as a young man he wouldn’t have a hand in this. He watched Braithe’s life so cruelly taken from him. There is no way he could watch other innocent kids go through the same thing.
“What information, exactly, is he asking you to return?” Western grinds out.
I purse my lips, a little uneasy with the situation now. “Anything at all that might help.”
“I’ll get something to you to keep him off your back for a week or so. I’ll have him chasin’ his fuckin’ tail until he finds himself spinnin’ in a circle he can’t get out of. Until then, you’re goin’ to need to get somethin’ for me.”
Here we go.
I’m the meat in the sandwich right now, going back and forth, not sure who is good and who is bad. Well, that’s not entirely true, I know who is bad, but now I’m beginning to ask myself if anyone is good at all in this situation or am I just working for the evilest kind of people this world has to offer.
“What?” I dare to ask.
“I need a name. Who he’s workin’ for.”
I want to roll my eyes, but that would just make him angry. If it were so easy to find this mysterious person he’s working for, then I’m certain we’d all have done it by now, but the fact of the matter is that it is not that easy. Whoever it is stays hidden for that very reason – they know they have too many people wanting blood.
“And how, dare I ask, do you think I’m going to find that out?”
My voice is laced with sarcasm, which doesn’t seem to go down well because his face hardens.
“You managed to find out plenty of information for your little fuckin’ article, I’m sure it’s not a stretch to dig further.”
I want to reach out and slap him, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me mad about that entire situation for a second longer. I have explained myself, I’m not going to keep repeating the same thing over and over just to get him to hear me. He’ll never hear me because he doesn’t want to believe that the world isn’t out to take him down.