Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I furrow my brows together, getting an uneasy feeling. Let’s face it, Enzo is going to get his revenge on me. I completely and utterly screwed him over and set some pretty nasty people on his trail. He’s going to make sure I suffer for that, there’s no doubt about it. I was just kind of hoping maybe he’d forgotten about it. Turns out, that isn’t the case. At least, it certainly doesn’t seem like it is.
“Were they wearing dark jackets, leather?”
A futile hope that it was someone from the club looking for me while I was at work.
Roy shakes his head. “No, they weren’t the biker friends of yours. I’ve seen them.”
Great. Just perfect.
“Did you see if they got in? Left anything? Did anything?”
I don’t feel okay about this. I feel incredibly damned uneasy, come to think of it. I don’t like knowing that people have been at my place when I’m not here. Which means they’re looking for me. That’s not a comforting feeling when I live alone.
“No, they didn’t get in. I only saw them for a few minutes, I’m not sure how long they were there. I made a point of walking out of my front door, slamming it really loudly. They straightened up and left, acting like they weren’t doing anything, when it was completely obvious they were.”
“Thanks,” I say. “Can you tell me what they looked like?”
“One was bald, tall, really big. The other one was blond, skinny. I didn’t get a good look, I’m sorry.”
“Completely okay,” I say, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder. “I appreciate it. Thanks.”
He nods, smiles, and disappears. I unlock my front door, a lot more hesitantly this time. I step inside, peering around. Then I take a step forward, and hear the sound of paper crackling beneath my feet. I glance down and see a white slip of paper, folded neatly, shoved just under my door. My heart jumps into my throat, and I glance around again, eyes darting about.
Is someone in here? Or did those men just leave this note?
I reach down and pick up the note, bringing it up and reading the words written inside.
You owe me. I’ll get what I am entitled to. You should have thought twice before betraying me.
Enzo.
I’m not stupid.
And I also don’t feel safe.
I pull out my phone and dial Saskia, hoping she’s with Mason. I’m not going to turn to anyone else, but I know they’ll help me. I mean, it is her ex, after all. And they’ve only just finished dealing with him, but we all had a suspicion it wasn’t over. He’s probably got more hell on his back then he can handle right now. Most of that is because of me. He owes a lot of money, and because of me, he has a lot of pissed off people looking for him, wanting money that was promised, and never delivered.
“Hey, chicky,” Saskia says, answering the phone. “How are you?”
“Sas, listen, I need you and Mason to come over here. If you don’t mind. I’ll explain when you get here.”
“Are you okay?”
Her voice is concerned, which I understand. I’m worried, and I know she can hear that.
“Yeah, I’m okay, but can you come soon, please?”
“I’m with Mason now, we’ll be there soon.”
I hang up, but I don’t move from the front door. I just stare around the room. I don’t know if I’m alone, and I’m sure as shit not stupid enough to go searching to find out. At least at the front door, I can run out if I need. So, that’s where I stand, watching out, waiting, wondering if someone is about to launch out and shoot me.
I really should get a gun.
Why in the hell don’t I have a gun?
Fifteen long minutes later, the knock at the door has me launching forward. I turn around quickly and open it, and feel my face instantly scrunch up. Mason, Saskia and freaking Boston are standing at my door.
“Sorry,” Saskia says. “He was at Mason’s, he wasn’t letting us come alone.”
I meet Boston’s eyes, and he holds mine. My heart flutters. Damn you heart, we don’t want him. We don’t. Calm down.
“What’s goin’ on?” Mason asks.
I drag my eyes away from Boston and look to Mason. I hand him the piece of paper. “My neighbor told me that two men were snooping around my front door today, when I wasn’t here. I found this shoved under it.”
Mason reads the note, muttering, “Figured he’d pop up eventually.”
Boston snatches the paper out, reading it, and his jaw gets tight. “This from that fucker of an ex of yours?”
Saskia pulls the note from his hand, and her face goes a little white. “Oh, man, I was hoping he’d just stay away. I’m so sorry, Chan.”
I take a deep breath. “Don’t be. I chose to double cross him.”