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)
She glances back at me.
“Thanks. Really.”
She gives me a small nod and then she’s gone.
“You goin’ to share those fuckin’ delicious smellin’ things?” Remy says, walking into the room. “Didn’t want to interrupt your deep and meaningful but I saw the way you were stuffin’ them into your mouth and knew if I didn’t interrupt soon, I was missin’ out.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t stuffing them.”
“Babe, you were stuffin’ them. I’ve never seen a mouth stretch so wide. For a lady, you sure as shit know how to eat.”
I grunt. “Who told you I was a lady?”
He chuckles. “You’re right, wrong choice of words. Now give me one.”
I snatch the paper bag off the table and clutch it close to my chest. “What exactly do I get if I give you one? These are pretty darn good you know.”
He leans in. “Well, I’ll need somethin’ sweet after it.”
“I’m listening.”
“Your pussy has been tastin’ awful sweet lately.”
“Fine, you win, but it better be a good ten-minute lick,” I say, shoving the bag at him.
He winks at me. “Fifteen, and there better be two in here.”
I take a bite of mine, watching as he pulls out only one. “Fuck. You ate three?”
“How do you know there was four in there?”
“They come in packs of four.”
I give him a guilty grin. “Well, I hope you enjoy that one. They’re super nice.”
“I cut my time down to five minutes for that little trick.”
I stand, leaning over him with a smile. “I can do a lot in five minutes, that’s at least two orgasms.”
“Fuck. Two minutes then.”
“A deal’s a deal. See you in the bedroom, honey bunch.”
I turn and saunter away to the sound of his laughter.
Oh.
I like this one.
I like this one a lot.
“ARE YOU SURE ABOUT this, Pete?” I ask the kind old man who has worked with my father for as long as I could possibly imagine.
Pete smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at the sides, his warm brown eyes kind. He’s always been like a grandfather to me, he has always given me treats and spoiled me. He knew I was different, the outcast, and he always wanted to make sure I was included.
“I’d do anything for you, Gabby. Your father is a bad man, but what he’s done, that’s something I can’t ignore. I’ve pushed aside a lot, but not this. You’re not going to prison. I won’t allow it.”
My heart swells. “You have no idea what you’re doing for me.”
He reaches out, his wrinkled hand closing around mine. “I’d do anything for you. I won’t let this happen.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“So, we’re all clear on what’s going to happen,” Riggs says, interrupting, but nicely. “Tonight we’ll take Pete’s truck and go in, Becky will have drugged both your brother and your father, and we’ll just get him out of there. In and out, as quickly as possible.”
I nod, Pete nods, everyone nods.
“When we get him, we’ll be taking him to a location that’s a good distance out of town. Somewhere he won’t be easily found.”
I take a shaky breath in. This is really happening.
It is really going to go down.
I hope to hell that this goes to plan. If it doesn’t, it’s not going to look good for me.
“It’ll be okay,” Pete says, squeezing my hand. “I promise you.”
“I just don’t want you to get into trouble. You’ve been part of our family for a long time and if Dad finds out ...”
Pete chuckles. “Don’t you worry about me. I might be old but I can handle your father.”
“We’ve got him covered,” Remy tells me, voice rough. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
I trust them, I do, but I also know how powerful my father is. If he so much as suspects something is going on, this will all go to hell.
Still, it’s the only thing we’ve got.
The rest of the day seems to drag on, probably because we’re all so anxiously waiting for what’s about to come. I know as well as everyone else that tonight could go one of two ways—it either goes well or it ends in disaster. I can’t handle disaster, but I can’t handle something happening to Pete because we included him in this plan.
Guilt grips my chest the entire day, and when we all meet at Remy’s later that night, I’m pacing, feeling every type of anxious a person can feel.
“Hey,” Remy says, walking up to me and pulling me closer to him. “It’s goin’ to be okay, babe. We’ve got this, you gotta trust us.”
“I do trust you, it’s my father I don’t trust. What if he doesn’t talk? We can’t keep him forever. Then what? What happens if he just doesn’t break? How will you deal with that? It could go wrong, god, it could go so wrong.”
“You’re right, it could, but once again, you gotta trust us.”