Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Well, then…” He looks down at his phone and back at me, “I guess I’ll see you all in the morning.” He sniffs and leaves the room as I take a deep inhale, trying to let the nicotine calm me.
“Fucking AI-loving leech. He doesn’t respect the process. If that motherfucker mentions time again…” I look at Malcolm, who leans back in the chair and rubs the back of his neck.
“Maybe it’s good that she left. Let’s all get some sleep.” He stands as I snort.
“Good? Good is not what I describe this as.” My mind is almost calm, too calm. It’s never positive when everything inside my head goes still. Like the calm before the storm, that’s me.
“What’s her address?” I take another inhale and dump the rest of it in a beer bottle.
“What? Why? Just leave her alone, brother, I’ve seen her like this a million times. She just needs a little cool down time—”
“Cool down?” I grab my phone and the key for my bike.
“I’ve spent two weeks busting my ass to get something out of her, something that I haven’t already heard and seen a thousand times. Anything. But all she seems to be able to do is belt out the same stale, boring note over and over.” I motion to the control panel. “You tell me, how I can make anything out of the crap she’s giving us?”
“Ammo, it’s early…this is all part of the process.”
“Text me her address, this shit ends now.” I move toward the door.
“Alright, I’m coming with you, I need to let security know.”
“No. This is between her and me, just tell security I’m coming.” Not waiting to hear anything else, he’ll do it because he knows I’m ready to walk.
I’m not playing a game here.
I’m over her dirty looks, and bad attitude.
It’s not cute.
She wants attention, she’s gonna get it.
My phone vibrates just as I straddle my Harley.
Malcolm: 19630 Toluca Lake Ave
I pocket my phone and start up my bike, the deep rumble going straight to my balls as I twist the throttle.
It takes me fifteen minutes to get up over Coldwater Canyon and into her driveway. The ride did not help, if anything, I’m more pissed.
Cool down? The fuck is Malcolm talking about? I was under the impression that she wanted to reinvent herself, but she’s doing the exact thing that made her a star in the first place.
Which is fine, just own it, and I’ll bow out, because this is a waste of my time.
“Mr. Adams. Hold on.” A muscular man walks toward me.
“I can’t get ahold of Ms. Falcon, but Malcolm said to let you in.” He doesn’t smile, and he’s older than I thought.
“Thanks, brother.” He nods, and steps back as he types on his phone, and the solid metal gate slowly opens, and I drive up the brick driveway.
I turn off my bike, and for a second, I actually look at her place. You can tell a lot about someone by their house, and this old, magnificent Spanish villa is the last thing I expected to see. My eyes take in the giant fountain of lovers entwined as I pound on her front door that looks to be original. It’s thick weathered wood even has an ornate cross on it.
Another man answers the door, this one younger, and he stands in my way. Christ, how much security does she have?
“Mr. Adams, I need to—”
“Call me Ammo, and don’t bother.” I walk past him, not even needing to ask where she is since the moron gives her location away by looking up the stairs. I shake my head as I take the steps two at a time. Does she not have anyone besides Malcolm who’s competent around her?
I’d fire this whole security team. For someone who has a stalker who’s aggressive, letting me just waltz in doesn’t instill a lot of confidence in their security measures, in fact, it’s just making me angrier.
“Drama?” I yell, not even glancing at her décor as I make my way toward the massive wooden doors. The soulful sound of Billie Holiday’s “Lover Man” spills out of what has to be the master bedroom.
“Mr. Adams, I should—”
“Stay out.” I point down at the bodyguard. He freezes on the bottom of the stairs as I swing open the doors, then lock them behind me, gritting my teeth.
“Hello?” Her voice calls out over the loud sound of Billie as I walk toward it. Her bedroom appears to be half of the upstairs, and large windows and a huge balcony are all I see before I march into her bathroom.
“Holy fuck!” she screams as she sits up in her large porcelain soaking tub. Her full tits and berry-stained nipples are rock hard as I watch her frantically try to hide her cunt and breasts with her hands.