Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Freya (10:26 PM): I don’t think I’ll ever be able to show my face to them again. That was the most humiliating and shocking five minutes of my life, So, sorry, but no. I’ll buy you a new book on Amazon and ship it to you.
We spoke on and off for a few long minutes, and somehow we got into the subject of Amazon selling sex toys.
Freya (10:27 PM): Bullshit. I saw them on there last night.
Ridley (10:28 PM): Why were you on there looking for sex toys?
It was out of my mouth before I’d even realized I sent it to her, and the moment the icon underneath the bubble read ‘Read 10:28’ I blushed like a teenage girl.
Shit.
That had not been where I was trying to take what we had.
But then she replied, and my mind and mouth…err fingers…got away from me.
Freya (10:30 PM): I think you would know why I would be looking at stuff like that.
Freya (10:30 PM): I hear orgasms make you happier and relieve stress.
My mouth went dry.
Freya (10:31 PM): Too bad you’re not here to take care of the itch. :P
My eyes widened, and my heart started to pound as I finally let myself see the possibilities.
Freya was beautiful, yes.
She was honest, playful…and most of all, she needed me.
And I wanted to be needed.
Right after Aerie died, my sister moved in and hadn’t moved out since.
Now she had Apple and Emily, and I had…no one.
And I was left with reality.
I was lonely.
I wanted someone like my sister had.
I wanted someone to take care of, someone who would give me the same in return.
And the more I spoke with Freya, the more I realized just how much I wanted that someone to be her.
All of her.
Which was my excuse for what I said next.
Ridley (10:33 PM): Which one did you pick? Send me a picture.
But life always had a way of making me rethink things, always getting in my way and never letting me forget that my life wasn’t for the faint of heart.
Not a day went by that I didn’t put my life in danger, and I knew within minutes of sending that message, and receiving hers in reply, that this was a mistake.
Chapter 6
I’m not miserable. I’m happy, and funny, and a good person to be around. Go fuck yourself.
-Ridley’s secret thoughts
Ridley
I couldn’t find my phone.
After the shakedown last night, and the fight that had broken out in the middle of it, I’d had it. Then this morning, after breakfast, I couldn’t find it.
At first I wasn’t too worried about it, thinking that maybe one of the guards confiscated it to protect me.
But I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
All it took was one single meeting with Tasty to know that he had it.
He was more open, feeding me line after line of information that I’d had to practically squeeze out of him the entire month prior to this day.
So no, I wasn’t stupid.
Far from it, actually.
“Your woman’s gonna try to come.”
My heart sank.
I’d told her not to come.
I’d even attempted to call her.
Or had tried. I’d had to have Wolf track down the number for me through the Sheriff’s Department since I’d never thought to memorize her fuckin’ number. I’d left a voicemail for her using the nurse’s phone that ran the infirmary with an iron fist of doom.
She hadn’t wanted to let me use it, and really wasn’t going to let me until Kelly had instructed her to allow me to do whatever the fuck I’d wanted.
Now, I realized my mistake.
I should’ve tried harder to reach her, kept calling her until she knew not to come.
One voicemail obviously hadn’t been enough.
“Tell her to leave if she shows,” I ordered, shaking my head. “But don’t let her come in here, no matter what.”
Today was the day we’d been intending to set up Tasty with the threat of his wife being in trouble, and she really had gotten in trouble.
Real trouble.
The kind that got her dead.
And today was the day that Tasty would be figuring it out.
And I’d get all the information I could out of him before I got free of this stupid cesspool of a place.
Tonight would be the night I was leaving, whether Kelly was ready for me to or not.
“You know what to do?” I asked Bull.
Bull nodded.
“Good,” I said. “I’ll see you later on. Gotta make this look good,” I mumbled, then walked out into the yard.
The first person to come up to me was the sick fuck, Jeffrey Steels, a man who was in for life for raping his niece, then killing her with his bare hands.
Why in the hell he wanted to talk to me, I didn’t know, but he did.
Every single time we got into the yard.
“Go away,” I said to him.
Jeffrey didn’t listen.
“So I heard that Rick-Rack is going to get shivved today, and that they’re going to target that big guard, you know the old one? When he comes to help,” Jeffrey said, sounding almost giddy about the possibility.