Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Levi!” Jed yelled as he followed the parents from the room.
But I couldn’t move, couldn’t think as I just stood there.
I heard Jed call out to me again and I dimly wondered why he was using my name in the middle of a burglary.
And then it hit me.
Hard.
Because he wasn’t planning on leaving any witnesses behind who could repeat my name to the cops.
That was when I leaned over and threw up.
“Levi.”
Jed’s voice sounded wrong. Lighter. Gentler.
“Levi.”
I flinched when he started shaking me. I needed to get it together or Ricky would kill me for sure.
“Levi!”
I suddenly jerked awake and nearly fell off the bench. Reality quickly returned as Carl’s worried face came into focus. I scanned the bus and saw the few other passengers staring at me in confusion.
“Sorry, Carl,” I said as I straightened.
“It’s your stop, buddy,” Carl said softly as he motioned out the window. I nodded and repeated the apology as I stumbled to my feet.
“You okay?” Carl asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” I responded. “Thanks,” I added as I pushed past him. Not once in the year I’d been riding the bus had I ever actually fallen asleep, despite the near constant state of exhaustion I lived in. “I’ll see you later,” I murmured as I hurried off the bus, not sparing Carl another glance.
I was still too rattled by the fact that I’d had my regular nightmare in the daytime.
Of course, I supposed it didn’t count as a nightmare since every bit of the events of that night were true.
I felt cold all over as the rain pelted my body. It was only another two-block walk to St. Anthony’s, but it felt like a mile. Unlike my walk from the apartment to the bus stop, I wasn’t paying the least bit attention to my surroundings as I ducked down the alley that led to the back of the church and the entrance to the kitchen. So, I didn’t see him until I was practically on top of him.
“Hello, Princess. Miss me?”
Chapter 2
Phoenix
Watching one guy blow another should have been a turn on in most cases, but the sight before me just made me sick. Maybe if the act hadn’t been taking place in a dirty, narrow alley surrounded by garbage, I could have found something erotic about the whole thing. Though doubtful, considering the guy doing the blowing was my target. Under normal circumstances, he was exactly my type…lean, slight and almost on the pretty side. But knowing who he was and what he’d done made any attraction I might have felt for him null and void.
I’d been following Levi for only a few days now, and while his routine was mundane to say the least, I hadn’t yet seen him do anything that would warrant me putting a bullet in his brain. Ironically, he hadn’t even jaywalked when he’d had the opportunity to.
I’d half expected him to return to the property on Mercer Island that had once belonged to Seth’s parents, but the guy hadn’t strayed beyond his nighttime work at a small Mom and Pop grocery store and the rundown apartment building he lived in. The only other place he visited was the alley between a small church and an abandoned warehouse. The first time I’d seen him disappear down the alley, I’d lost track of him and had assumed he’d used it to get from one street to another. When he’d repeated the move the second day, I’d been ready and had quickly driven around the block to wait for him to come out the other side, but when he hadn’t, I’d been left with two options – the church or the warehouse. Since the church had seemed like an unlikely destination for someone like him, I’d gone looking for him in the warehouse, which had turned out to be a squatter’s den full of homeless people and addicts, none of whom had run off when they’d spied me among them. I’d spent the better part of an hour looking for Levi, but either he’d managed to get past me or he’d never been there in the first place.
So today, I’d decided I’d need to risk following him more closely. The likelihood that he’d see me was greater, but the benefit was that the alley offered a considerable amount of privacy, so if I was lucky enough to catch him doing something like shooting up, I’d have the proof I needed that he was back to his old ways. But I hadn’t expected to find him blowing some random guy. It occurred to me that he could be a prostitute since it wasn’t unusual for addicts to sell themselves for the cash they needed for their next fix. But I hadn’t seen any money exchange hands before the act and, in fact, Levi had looked less than thrilled to see the big blond guy. The man Levi was servicing was considerably larger than him, though not quite as big as me. His white-blond hair was stuck to his head from the drizzle that continued to blanket the air around us. He was rough with Levi, using his mouth hard and with little to no consideration for the other man. Even when Levi would try to pull back, presumably so he could catch his breath, the blond behemoth would tighten his hold on Levi’s hair and just keep ramming his cock between the widely-stretched lips.