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)
“Fuck, the stuff I found on her computer, and phone. I saved it for you to take a look if you want.” He looks over at me. “I mean, she has an actual video of her daughter having sex with Jett Powers. And numerous other videos of her clients having sex. I’m assuming these are for blackmail purposes, but hey… people are freaks.”
“Whoa!” Blade and Axel yell as my pulse pounds at my temple.
“She was the hardest to hack. She’s paid top dollar to hide her shit.” He looks around the room. “Good thing I’m the best.” He grins.
“I found an account in Switzerland. She’s also been embezzling money from Courtney.” And the pounding in my temples is gone.
My voice sounding almost dead, I utter, “What did you say?”
“Three million, maybe more. I’m still going through her stuff. From what I’ve pieced together, after Jett left her, he cut off all money. It was then that she began to concentrate solely on Courtney. Her other clients became almost like a side thought.”
“It’s her. That cunt.” Rage that’s been percolating inside me suddenly boils over.
“All we know for sure is she has stolen money. As for being the stalker…I’m still digging. She was at a bar with the designer when the first book and photos were delivered, but she could have someone helping her, or maybe it’s not her and I need to keep looking.”
“Jesus Christ.” I drop down into the chair as Axel hands me a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.
“Arrest the cunt?” Tossing the cap on the table as I start to guzzle it like water, not even feeling the sting as the spicy whiskey burns its way down my esophagus.
“It’s your call.” Blade leans back and props his boots on the edge.
“She fucking stole from Courtney.” I pound the bottle down as Blade looks at it, then me.
“She did. But if she’s the stalker, you need more…also, what about Courtney? Is she gonna believe you thinking this woman she obviously trusts has masterminded some evil plan just to scare her? Why? Where is the motive?”
“Don’t worry about Courtney, she’ll be shocked, but she has me,” I snarl because are they suggesting I don’t tell her?
“You do what you need to do, brother. I get it, if my woman had this bag hanging around…but sometimes you need to not let your emotions distract you. We don’t, as of yet, know what she’s capable of.” Axel walks over to me, reaching for a piece of bacon.
“I have more to show you…all these are people who check out, but I’m still looking at a few of them.” Frosty leans back in his chair. “How much time do you have? This could take a while.”
“Show me everything.” I reach for the pack of cigarettes on the table. “Don’t leave anything, or anyone, out.”
AMMO
To say I’m in a shit mood would be undermining how livid I really am. But walking into my house, to this fucking zoo, yeah, I’m ready to get ugly.
“Ammooooo.” Some dick streaks by naked, and wet, and my jaw starts to twitch.
“Hey, Ammo.” A couple of blondes smile at me as I pocket my key fob and take in the fucking mayhem.
“Jesus Christ,” I snarl. All I wanted to do was come home to Courtney. Make some dinner, then tell her about Rachel, fuck, and go to bed.
Not this.
“Courtney? Where is she?” I growl down at a couple smoking weed on my couch, then shake my head at their blank stares as I walk to the back of my house and the pool.
Eminem’s “Not Afraid” is at shock volume as my eyes scan the bodies. There she is, hanging on Nuke’s arm as she laughs with Melanie and a group of people I’ve never seen before.
And if I thought I was pissed before, I’ve now reached a new level.
“About time.” I spin around, getting ready to punch the voice behind me only to stare at Ace, who looks about as happy as I am.
“The hell, man?”
“Exactly. Answer your phone, Marshall.” He glares at me.
“What are you talking about? I got no calls.” Pulling out my phone, I see six missed calls from Ace and a couple from Court.
“Christ.” I’m ready to crush my phone or strangle someone.
“I was at the Disciples, the phone did not ring.”
“They probably scrambled it so no one can trace you. Whatever, I called in more guys, it’s under control, but she’s been hitting it pretty hard.” He motions to Courtney, and my eyes take in her short black slip dress and high-heeled boots. Thank fuck she’s not naked in the pool like a good portion of the woman are. I can’t be sure I wouldn’t wind up in jail.
“Is Rachel here?” I demand.
“Yeah, she showed up an hour ago.” I follow his gaze to Rachel sitting on one of my lounge couches in some red dress, her long legs on display. Again, my mind goes to the evil Queen in Snow White, trying to consume Snow White so that she keeps her youth and beauty— only Courtney’s Snow White in this scenario.