Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“How did the interview go?” Honey asks knowingly. She seems smug. She must be used to women staring at her husband like that, and yet it’s so obvious he’s devoted only to her.
“Good. Longer than expected but finally done.” He glances around the space, then turns to me. “I would’ve never considered these colors, but I like them. It fits. So, you start setting up tomorrow?”
“Yep.” I slide off the bar stool. “I have to take more photos and videos today. You know, before and after.”
“Speaking of before and after, I find it strange that your lapdog isn’t with you,” Dawson jokes, and I realize belatedly he’s referring to Will.
“Very funny,” I deadpan, hand on hip as I pick up my clipboard. “And he’s out on another job. Besides, I like the peace when he’s not around. It means I can focus on my job without him intruding all the time.”
The truth is, though, I’ve become used to his presence, and after him not being around for two weeks, dare I say I was a little bored.
Not that I’d ever tell that arrogant asshole that.
My phone pings with a message from Will. It’s a video. When I press play, I immediately close my phone, but it was enough for a second of moaning to escape through the speaker.
My cheeks heat red as I realize he’s just sent me videos of us fucking with the caption:
This was my favorite position I had you in last night.
This fucker knows how to make an impression even when he isn’t standing in the same room.
CHAPTER 33
Will
Thomas doesn’t look like he’s slept the entire week since I’ve been back in LA. The only time I excused myself from searching for his daughter’s killer was the time I spent with Alina. I don’t know why I craved her so much, but after seeing Thomas in that state, and his daughter… I just needed her. I even told her about my wife and I haven’t spoken about her for a long time.
Tracking the killers was slightly more difficult than I expected and took me almost a week. Thomas is a detective, so this was very much a targeted attack. When I traced it back, I realized she was purposefully wooed.
The message the killers sent was clear to Thomas. But he’s already gone off the deep end. I recognize it. It’s the same way I felt and looked after Hayley.
The group that targeted Thomas was small and foolishly living in Los Angeles, which made it that much easier to track them. I could’ve given him the location and then let him deal with them how he pleased. But I couldn’t let him do it alone. I don’t have loyalty to many, but because he was with me when I found Hayley, it’s the least I can do.
Thomas stares at his gun as I drive us to the garage where the biker gang hangs out. They’re known for drug trafficking but nothing of the same magnitude Crue Monti deals with in New York. Had they tried this in New York, he would’ve already dealt with them. But this was now a personal matter.
“Are you sure you can do this?” I ask, noticing how white my knuckles are from gripping the steering wheel.
He’s head rolls to the side to face me. “I had to take my baby girl home in a tarp to my wife only days ago. This is all I have to do.”
I get it. “I’m just reminding you that after this, if you’re caught, they’ll take your badge.”
“They did nothing for me,” he says quietly, and again I understand. It takes me back to seven years ago. But now all I can think about is returning to a certain little brunette who, right about now, is probably fluttering about her night with the Ricci sisters. And for some reason, that makes me a little jealous. It also makes me self-loath myself because I shouldn’t be thinking of any other woman with remnant feelings for my wife. She is and always will be my wife. I’d never taken a woman seriously since, hell, I didn’t want anyone to take me seriously altogether. But Alina is all I can think about, and it stabs at me, and I’m unable to break through the betrayal I feel like I’m committing toward Hayley. I can’t entirely understand it. I’ve slept with plenty… but something felt different, and I didn’t want to dig any further, too scared of the answers I might face. Or with the realization that the harder I thought about it, the more pain it brought up with memories of Hayley.
I pull over across the street from the garage. It looks like a full house tonight, which we anticipated. We’d already been there that morning and had also set off a small fire in one of their clubs in the city.