Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I think she knows, too, because her whole reason for being with me is the fact that she wanted to get away from that stuff. I am not equipped to handle that kind of thing, not on this level, and since he was the only one I knew who dealt with this mess, it was obvious that he would be the one I call.
I hope she doesn’t panic until I have a chance to talk to her, but then that leaves Marcus and what the hell I’m going to say to him. If this one didn’t go harassing people, I wouldn’t be in this predicament, but I can’t blame her for bringing about the rescue of those girls and the detainment of those monsters who were about to sell them into a life of hell.
Life is just too fucking complicated. I spoke to my sister about what she saw, and she’s still shaken up, which tells me it was worse than I imagined. I know that the woman I once dated had an ugly side, but to harm her own kid just seems too far out there, even for her.
Now, I was all willing to let Alyssa play out whatever game she was set to play with her. She thinks I don’t know what she’s up to with Natalie. She’s still pissed at what the other woman said about her, but I’m sure she’d be the first to say that shit pales in comparison to a child’s wellbeing.
I know she asked my sister to do something, and knowing her penchant for hacking people’s shit, I can only guess that the two of them are trying to get more evidence. I guess my sister forgot the home security that covers every inch of my parents’ place.
I’d already seen it before we were called away to come here, but I’d seen enough to know that Kevin needed to be warned before things got out of hand. Since he was out of the country for another couple of weeks, it would have to wait, but in the meantime, Sabrina and Alyssa are working on getting into the house; at least, that’s what my sister said they were doing.
Natalie wouldn’t be suspicious of Sabrina since she’s someone she knew from the past, and knowing the way women think, she might see it as my sister joining her camp. That’s the best I can do for now until we get there, though I could go ahead and take care of things on my own.
But I won’t leave my wife here alone, especially not to go where Natalie is because Alyssa, for all her strength has a jealous streak a mile wide. I have no idea why I find that shit so sexy because, usually, it would piss me the fuck off.
But I like knowing that she doesn’t want anyone else getting close to me because I feel the same way about her. Her ex is skating pretty close to being lost in the woods with the stunt he pulled today, getting in her face.
That HRIG shot should be painful as hell for at least a few days but I’m not sure that’s enough. I don’t want my woman running into him around town for a repeat of this morning, so he has to go. Since she seems to have gotten it out of her system and has moved on to other things, I guess it’s up to me to take out the trash.
“What have you decided to do about Lacey?”
“I told Jacks to get her out of town. She thinks I’m going to post those pictures of her around town, but I only plan to give them to her parents if she doesn’t leave or ever decides to come back.”
“Where is she going?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care, as long as it’s far away from here.” Hmm, I know just where to send those two. Maybe it’ll teach them to be better human beings. I wonder if either of them ever expected things to go this far when they screwed around behind her back?
“And Mitzie?”
“She wants to go to school for hair. I’m going to help her, maybe set her up with her own shop if she behaves herself. I think without Helen in her ear, there might be hope for her yet.”
“And your father?”
“Why did you have to bring him into this? This has nothing to do with my grievance against him. Why doesn’t anyone understand? It doesn’t matter what reasons they had for what they did or what they thought it was doing; the reality is that I had to live with the repercussions.”
“If someone ran you over in the street and paralyzed you, would you care if they said they didn’t mean it? Or would you be pissed that they’d fucked up your life?”