Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He stalks back and forth in front of his desk like a caged lion. “I did what I should have a long time ago.”
I swallow and stand in his path. His solid chest bumps against mine. A hot glare is affixed on his handsome face. When I reach up and run my fingertips along his jawline, his gaze softens. “I don’t know what to say,” I murmur, my lips tugging into a frown.
“There’s nothing to say,” he says gruffly. His palm finds my shoulder and he grips me gently. “They shouldn’t have lasted as long as they did.”
“But me? I don’t know, Gray…” I trail off. Why promote me right before I leave anyway?
“You’re more qualified for that position than anyone in this damn office,” he argues, his jaw ticking.
“Won’t they think…that…I don’t know…”
“That we’re fucking?”
I gape at him. “We’re not, though.”
His eyebrow quirks and he flashes me a smoldering grin. “Not yet.”
I’ve been counting down the minutes till five ever since I fired a bunch of losers and promoted my girl. And like the hard worker she is, she’s taken her new responsibility seriously. She’s been tapping away at her computer for hours now. I’ve been trying to focus on work-related shit, but my mind keeps drifting back to lunch.
It had been perfect. I got to taste her—willingly on her part—before lunch and then had my finger back inside her before lunch was even over. I’d been looking forward to the moment I’d have her alone until she broke apart on the street.
That motherfucker prostituted her out.
I will put my crosshairs on his goddamned forehead and blow his head off.
“Is murder on the agenda today?” Bull questions in a teasing manner from my doorway.
I shrug. “Maybe.”
His eyes widen and he closes the door behind him. “I was kidding, but apparently you’re not. Who are we killing?”
I can’t help but grin at my best friend. Always willing to go into battle with me no matter what. “Vaughn Brecks.”
He stiffens and gives me a clipped nod. “Thought so.” He drops a file down on my desk. Dusty’s familiar handwriting is scrawled on the outside. Three possible addresses. I flip open the file and stare at the pictures inside.
“He took these photos?” I demand, a menacing growl in my throat.
He shakes his head. “No, but he’s doing more digging. The first address is the one he thinks he’s at. A guy fitting his description comes and goes from there.”
“Anything else?”
“Not as far as that fucker is concerned. Mostly, I wanted to check to see how you were doing. In that meeting,” he says thoughtfully as he scrubs his cheek with his palm, “you weren’t yourself.”
I frown and cross my arms over my chest. “How so?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. You were focused. Not just on her but everything around you.”
Ever since Violet caught my eye, I seem to notice a lot of things. Mostly the things that directly affect her but she seems to touch everything around her, which means I notice those things as well.
“Violet makes me better,” I tell him, confidence in my tone.
He smirks. “I can see that. I can see she’s warmed up to you.”
“She’s mine,” I tell him absently as if that is the reason why she is no longer frigid around me.
“Does she know that?” he probes, amusement in his voice.
“I told her a time or two.”
He snorts and rubs at the back of his neck. “Of course you did. Does she know you’re a fucking stalker?”
I flip him off and he laughs.
“Seriously. Does she know the depths of your obsession?”
“I told her I’d do anything for her,” I grunt out. “Even kill that fuckface Vaughn.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “And she didn’t run for the hills?”
“Nope.”
“Well, Jesus Christ, Hawk, I think you found yourself the perfect woman,” he jokes.
“Goddamn right I did.”
“Good for you,” he says with a chuckle. “Don’t fuck it up. Maybe lay off the stalker shit now that she’s into you.”
But there’s so much more to learn about her…
“Hmph.”
He snorts again. “Don’t get arrested, psycho.”
“I’ll try not to, asshole.”
His smirk is my parting gift as he leaves for the day. I thumb through the folder and read through Vaughn’s rap sheet. He’s a fucking stalker too. The guy has more restraining orders against him than I’ve ever seen one person have. This could work in my favor…
I shut the folder and hide it in my drawer. Once the drawer is locked, I grab my jacket and go look for my woman. When I find her leaned over the planter of violets I bought for her empty desk, inhaling their sweet scent, I can’t help but smile at her.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“You ready?”
She swivels around and beams at me. “Let me run to the restroom, and then we can go.”