Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Trance followed me, closing and locking my door behind me as he went.
I fit my helmet over her head, and then strapped it on tight. “Feel okay?” I asked. At her nod, I patted the side of the helmet lightly and then straddled the bike.
“What’s she look like?” I asked her before she sat.
“Black hair like mine. About my height as well. She looks exactly like me, in fact.” She explained.
“Which bank?” Trance asked from his bike that was parked next my own.
I held up my hand for her to climb on, and she took it without a second glance.
“The one off Fourth. Benton Bank and Trust.” She said, moving as close as she could without actually touching me.
I only had a small pad on the back fender that allowed for just part of an ass, not a total one, so for her to be that far away, she had to be nearly hanging off the pad.
“Scoot up,” I instructed.
She scooted maybe a millimeter at most.
“More,” I urged.
Another millimeter.
Sighing in exasperation, I rounded one of my arms around the obstinate woman’s ass and yanked her forward.
After a startled squeak, I fired up the bike and started walking it out of my spot before giving it gas and heading out of my lot towards the bank.
She wrapped her arms tight around my torso, holding on way too tight for comfort.
I didn’t stop her though. She was scared; if I had to deal with a little bit of discomfort, I’d deal.
Trance followed beside me, but split off once we got to Fourth, going in the opposite direction.
The search took well over twenty minutes of back alleys and side streets with no luck.
Then my phone vibrated in my pocket, making me pull over hastily and rush to answer it. “You find her?” I asked quickly, not bothering with a hello.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She’s off of Old Miller Road. She’s pretty scared, too. Won’t let me come near her without freaking out.”
“Alright,” I said, giving Adeline’s leg a pat. “We’ll be there shortly.”
The ride to Old Miller Road was a quick one. It was only five minutes away, and I dropped it down to only two and a half with no objection from the woman currently plastered to my back.
Adeline’s sister looked so much like her that it made me do a double take. Adeline, however, didn’t waste any time in going to her sister, who was hunkered down beside a building and a picnic table.
The sweater she was wearing was stained and dirty, as if she’d fallen down more than once to get to where she was.
Poor girl. She had to be scared to death.
“Viddy!” Adeline called as she ran towards the cowering woman.
Trance was standing about six feet away, watching the woman with an intense expression on his face.
“Addy?” Viddy called, standing up by bracing her hands on the building behind her.
“Right here,” Adeline said, just before she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the woman. “Are you okay? Did anything hurt you?”
The woman shook her head. “No, I’m okay. Trance here pulled up about five minutes ago and scared some guy off, but other than that, nothing. Stupid Jefferson just left me here. Didn’t let me take my cane. God, if I could see him, I’d kick his ass.”
I barely suppressed the urge to laugh; Trance, however, did not. He just let it all out.
So the woman had an attitude similar to Adeline.
Made sense, the two of them were so similar they had to be twins. Both of them had long brownish black hair that curled into waves down their backs. Both had the same body, with just the correct amount of padding that every man liked. And both had nearly the same tan.
The only thing different about the two was that Viddy wore dark glasses to hide her eyes.
“That’s okay, I’ll kick his ass for you. I just can’t fathom why he’s doing this. Stupid piece of shit got $1500 out of me that I was saving to put new tires and brakes on my car. Since when does he ever need that much? Asshole.”
That was news to me.
She must’ve figured that out after I’d left. There was no way she would’ve been able to keep that news from affecting her extremely expressive face.
“He got $500 out of me, too. Luckily, I’d just transferred some money into my savings or he’d have gotten a lot more!”
Looking over at Trance, I saw the same emotion expressed in his eyes as I had in my own.
Outrage.
What kind of piece of shit would do something like that?
I didn’t have to worry about justice, though. I could see with just one glance that Trance didn’t plan on leaving this alone.
He was a police officer, as well as a Dixie Warden.
We didn’t condone hurting women. Even if no physical violence was actually done.
“Are you ladies ready to get out of here?” I asked after another ten minutes of rocking and crying between the two women.
In answer, Adeline stood, and yanked her sister up behind her.
“Viddy, I’d like you to meet Kettle. He’s my neighbor. You’ve already met Trance. He’s Kettle’s uhh, friend?” Adeline finished on a question.
“Yeah, we’re friends. It’s nice to meet you, Viddy.” I said offering my hand.
To the blind woman that couldn’t see the hand.
Jesus Christ.
“Uhh,” I said, face flaming in humiliation.
Adeline whispered something in Viddy’s ear and Viddy’s arm raised, searching blindly for my hand. I reached for her hand, gave it a slight shake, trying my hardest not to crush her tiny hand, and dropped it.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Kettle. My name’s Vidalia. I’m Addy’s twin sister. I’m older by four minutes. It’s nice to be treated like a normal person. Next time say you’re holding your hand out for me to shake, and I’ll proceed in kind.” Viddy replied.
Trance’s eyes were shining with mirth as he sidled closer to us and offered his own hand. “My name’s Trance and I’m holding my hand out to you.”