Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
As my friend, I always thought she was celebrating with me, but now I know she was hovering around me, looking for ways to destroy me while smiling in my face. The thought that she could’ve ended me at any time is a scary one to contemplate, but listening to her talk, that was the one regret she now had, the fact that she hadn’t killed me when she had the chance.
Mary Hudson, that vile beast. What had I ever done to her for her to go after me like this? Scott and Matt, I understand. I always knew they were nothing more than money-hungry charlatans who hated the fact that I tried to keep Ryder from getting too close to them.
In this business, that’s more than understandable. But I can’t believe that Mary had done all of this just to keep Ryder from telling me about their tryst all those years ago. So what was really going on here? And did it have anything to do with what Ryder was keeping hidden from me?
Chapter 70
*Ryder*
“What’s this fuck nut up to? It’s a given that when one of these assholes starts showing his ass, it means there’s something much worse he wants to keep hidden from the world. Knowing what I know about his ilk, I can take a wild guess as to what that might be. I’d bet everything I own that this asshole is involved in kiddie trafficking and, worst.”
“Who the hell gave Lyon a newspaper?” I was still trying to decipher his rant when Mancini asked that question to the room at large.
“I don’t think anyone gave it to him; it was delivered to the house this morning,” Tyler answered.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve signed up for some kind of daily subscription.” The way they were acting, I felt as if I had committed a crime.
“Who is he talking about?” I asked Mancini since Lyon was still scowling at the paper.
“Who knows?”
“Asshole politicians. Every last one of them was either bullied on the playground, and now they’re taking their shit out on the rest of the world, or they were the bullies who never outgrew that stupid shit.” I guess that was my answer, even though he wasn’t talking to me directly.
I was already nervous as hell because we were getting ready to leave the country. The speed at which these guys move was both satisfying and worrying. Of course, it was good that they had the resources to find the stolen teenagers as quickly as they had, though they hadn’t shared how they’d done it with me and weren’t planning to.
But I was worried about leaving her so soon without a valid explanation. She’s going to be busy shooting for a while, but this thing isn’t going to be an overnight grab-and-go. In other words, I have no idea how long it’s going to take, and I won’t be able to run back and forth once we get started so as not to give away our plans.
I still had a lot to take care of on the home front as well, like getting out of my contract with Scott, which was being dealt with right now thanks to the Saunders group and the whole deal with Mary Hudson, though legally, there wasn’t anything I could do to her on my end.
I thought that that’s what these guys were after, that they would have her and Scott arrested, but so far, nothing has been said about that. I didn’t kid myself that they were going to let them get away, but I was a bit afraid to ask what their plans were for them.
From what I’ve come to know about Lyon, I was afraid he’d bury the whole lot of them as he’s always ranting about doing. Something the others always seem to laugh off as a joke, but I have quickly come to realize is not quite the case.
His phone rang, and he put the paper away and answered, but more chaos ensued. “What’s up, Mengele? I’m not going to pick up anything for anybody, so don’t ask. I already got the crap you asked me for. What is it that you want now?” He said all that before the kid even said hello, I’m thinking.
“She what?” He looked over at me and then at his men, then sighed. “Okay, I’ll take care of it. What do you mean you already did? Fine. No, I’m not mad; why would I be mad? I thought you didn’t like him, what do you care? Fine, goodbye.”
“What was that about?” Mancini asked as soon as he hung up. Lyon kept his eyes on me when he answered.
“Your ex rented a car and changed her appearance; my kid thinks she’s headed to New York, which should take her a few days at least according to what level of crazy she’s at right now.”