Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Come, Bellas. Let’s find Trevor and head back to the others,” I say dismissing this situation.
Donna
I had come here looking for Trevor. Bam told me his father was heading here for some sort of meeting. I know Trevor has been hiding assets from the divorce.
I thought I’d come over and see if I could find out something useful. In case, by some chance, he does manage to get this divorce to go through. Although, I highly doubt he will.
I’m always two steps ahead. However, I was blindsided by these people. The one with the gray eyes exudes power. That Uri guy does too, but there was something about the dark-haired, gray-eyed muscular one that got my attention.
What I wasn’t expecting was for those Black bitches to jump me. They came out of nowhere like the roaches they are. I don’t care if that blue-eyed one is mixed or something.
They threatened my life like savages. I shiver as I drive back home. The blue-eyed one’s words are still ringing in my ear. She’s crazy.
I will filet the skin from your body and fry it for you to watch before I allow you to reach the sweet black death. You owe your life. I will collect.
Keep adding to your debt. I will make the torture last an hour for each discretion. Your screams will be like a sweet lullaby. You will wish for Hush when I come for you.
Tears steam down my cheeks now that I’m away from them. I have this sinking feeling Trevor has changed the game. I can’t allow Corrine to spill my secrets. Not when Trevor has made friends with those people.
My mind goes to the look in the gray-eyed one’s orbs as he watched. He was enjoying the scene playing out before him. Those were the eyes of a killer.
Trevor, who have you gotten involved with?
I haven’t dealt with people like that since what I did … Oh God, there’s so much Trevor can’t find out. Not if those people are involved. I’m in deep shit now.
CHAPTER 10
Like Old Friends
Lynn
I haven’t been back to see my daddy since he sucker punched me with that question. My mind has been weighed down with guilt and questions. Questions I’ve never allowed myself to ask.
Ready to choke on the past and my present, I decided I needed to go for a run. Wilson and Matthew were willing to come with me, but they also hung back a few steps to give me time to myself. My mind still isn’t clear as we make it back to the hotel.
“Hi, Miss Cakes,” I hear as I pull my earbuds out.
I look up to find Jess staring at me with sad eyes. I’ve been wondering what happened to her. She hasn’t come by to see me yet.
“Hey, Jess. What’s up, honey?”
“I wanted to apologize. I had a family emergency I’ve been dealing with, and I didn’t want to bother you. That’s why I haven’t been to see you,” she says.
“Is everything okay? Can I help in anyway?”
I fight not to ask if her father is okay. I’m a little annoyed I’m so worried about him. However, I dig deep to hide my true concern.
Tear fill Jess’s eyes and my heart leaps into my throat. I look around the lobby, not sure what I should do. My father’s words rock through my skull.
What would Pook do?
I step forward and pull the young girl into my embrace. She wraps her arms around me as if I’m a lifeline. I coo and rub at her hair.
“Are you still on the clock?”
“No, ma’am,” she sniffles. “I was supposed to work a double, but one of the senior staff members bumped me. My daddy is at dinner with business friends, and I don’t want to bother him. My car is in the shop. Long story.”
“Okay, so how about you come with me? If you want to talk, we can. If you just want to hang out with an old lady and her friends, we can leave it at that.”
“Really?” She pulls away and looks at me with those big eyes.
I swallow hard and nod my head. I know I’m getting myself into the middle of something doing this, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I head for the elevator.
“Thank you, Miss Cakes. This means a lot. I don’t have anyone to talk to about this, and I’m so confused,” she whispers.
“I’m here to listen. I remember being your age and having a lot on my plate with no one to talk it through with. You’re eighteen, right?”
“No, ma’am. Not yet. My birthday is in a few months. I’ll be eighteen then.”
“Oh, are you doing anything special?”
A blush comes to her cheeks then she frowns. “I found out by accident that my daddy is throwing me a surprise birthday party. Mama strikes again.” She murmurs the last part to herself bitterly.