Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He reaches out, taking my arm. “Tell me what’s goin’ on.”
I snatch my arm away. “No, thanks.”
I get into my car and throw it in reverse, driving out. I don’t look back.
I don’t even think about Rhett on the way home, all I want to do is get on my laptop and do some research. I’m going to find out what they did.
I get home and go right up to my room, locking the door, opening my laptop and sitting down. I begin typing, searching for missing people in the area. At first, nothing comes up, but I widen my search to towns nearby and bingo, a face flashes up on the screen. A young girl, maybe my age, who has been missing for over a year. She was last seen leaving a party two towns over and hasn’t been seen since.
Her name is Constance Hayes.
She is beautiful—blond hair, blue eyes, petite build. I start searching more about her case, and a few things pop up, one including her cell phone pinging in this area ... in this town, in fact, but police haven’t been able to link it anywhere. So, she left a party two towns over, and somehow ended up here. Sickness swirls in my belly as I keep reading. I watch interviews with her family, friends, and the people who last saw her.
The case, so far, has gone cold.
Police have no leads.
But do they?
If my father and brother had something to do with this, and this is what was scaring them so much, then the police do have leads and those leads are pointing to this family. I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth and my hands tremble as I keep reading. I want to find out anything I can about this girl and see if there is any way I can link her to my family. Maybe she knew them. Maybe she was seeing Bradley? There has to be a connection.
I don’t find one.
But that doesn’t mean I believe they had nothing to do with it, my gut is telling me this is exactly who they’re talking about and panicking about. The problem is, they’re scared about going away for life, which means ... they did something to her. They had her alive, they must have, if she was in that basement, but what did they do to her after that? What ... What monstrous act did they commit?
How the hell do I find out, and if I do ...
What the hell am I supposed to do about it?
“YOU GOOD?”
I look up from the engine I’m working on and see Remy standing and staring down at me, his eyes narrowed.
“I’m good.”
“You’ve been on that same problem for a while, you need a hand?”
I throw the spanner down and stand, turning to him. “You know what I need?”
“What?”
“You to take my mind away from this god damned place for a second. Fuck me, Remy.”
His eyes widen and he looks a little confused. “We’re workin’, kid.”
“And? Send them on an early lunch and do what you have to do.”
He tips his head to the side, looking more than a little gorgeous right now. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Are you going to fuck me or not? If not, I can find someone who will. Isn’t that the benefit part of friends with benefits?”
He steps forward, curling his hand around the back of my neck and bringing me closer. “I’m hearin’ you, babe, and I’ve got you.”
I exhale when he turns and barks, “Lunch. All of you. Now.”
The garage clears out pretty quickly, I’m certain they’re not going to complain about having an early lunch. The moment they’re gone, Remy presses the button on his remote controller and the roller doors come down. Then he lifts me and places my bottom on the hood of the car, never once taking his eyes off me.
“We’ve got half an hour, if we’re lucky.”
“I only need five minutes,” I murmur.
“You might, I need a little more than that.”
He reaches between my legs, rubbing the palm of his hand up my jeans, putting enough pressure to make me moan.
“Don’t play with me today, just fuck me. Hard and fast. That’s how I need it,” I tell him, voice husky.
“Then get your fuckin’ pants off.”
I do as he asks, taking my pants off while he does the same, sliding a condom onto his already hard cock. He hoists me back up onto the car hood and hooks my leg around his waist. He reaches between us, sliding a finger inside of me, then two. I whimper as he slowly drags them out and pushes them back in, eyes locked tight onto mine. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“How fuckin’ much?”
“So much.”
He works his fingers, curling them in just the right spot. Right as I’m about to cum, he pauses. I gasp, eyes fluttering open, shock on my face. “What the?”