Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
"There's nothing you need to do Donovan, this happened a while ago. I handled it, it's all good. Please, just leave it alone, he's not worth it baby, please."
I closed my eyes trying my hardest to rein in the anger that threatened to overtake me. It hurt like a son of a bitch; she’d been hurt and I hadn’t been there. I kept imagining the young girl, so full of life and laughter, at the mercy of that fuck.
For her sake, I’ll keep it together here and now, but no matter what, he wasn’t leaving here without getting a taste of my anger. I don’t know how or when, but he’s going to pay for causing her even one moment of fear.
"Why didn't you tell me baby? Just tell me that much." Was she ashamed? I hope not, she had nothing to be ashamed of, she’d done nothing more than trust the wrong asshole, but I was going to more than make up for everything he’d done wrong.
"I couldn't, it was just so stupid; I was so stupid. I almost married this person and he had that in him, some investigative reporter I am huh."
She tried to make a joke to ease the situation, but it wasn't going to work this time.
"There's no fault in you, this was all on him, I don't ever want to hear you say that again. And you were never in danger of marrying him, I would never have let that happen."
I wasn't sure before, but I was now. I knew I would've found a way to stop that fucking wedding if it killed me.
I felt partly to blame for what had happened to her. If I had been a man I would’ve gone after what’s mine and she never would’ve been at the mercy of someone like him.
How deeply scarred is she from this I wonder? How do I erase it and him from her mind forever, and was that even possible?
I'm a cop-I've seen rape-I've seen the destruction to the victims, and sometimes, if we're lucky, the demise of the monsters who carried out the crime.
People say rape isn't about the sex, that it's about control, that's bullshit. It's about both, with a whole lot of other fuckery thrown in for good measure.
I also know that any asshole that would do such a thing was pure evil. There're plenty of other ways to exert control over someone without perpetrating that violation on them.
The fact that someone attempted to do that to her, filled me with violence.
I couldn't help myself, I had to kiss her; maybe by sealing our love for each other I could erase the visions from my head. I needed something, because I was drowning here.
Her sweet tongue in my mouth went a long way to soothing me, and when I felt her hand in my back, a calmness descended.
I eased out of the kiss, but kept my arms around her. I had a lot to do; suddenly this case took on a whole new meaning for me. Before I was willing to let the Feds take over, no questions asked, but my mind was going in ten different directions with these new developments.
I hated coincidence, didn't trust that shit, not even a little bit. So I had more on my plate now than an hour ago. Now I had to figure out what this Boyd Riley’s job had been in the bureau, and what he was doing in my jurisdiction. Or whether the body ended up here from somewhere else.
I would have to talk to the crime scene guys and the other investigators to see what they had; but I was pretty sure the body hadn't drifted here from somewhere else, the water conditions between the time he went missing and the time we found him didn't support that.
Which meant he was most likely killed here, and the only one who would know to use that particular location on the Cove would be a local, shit.
I needed to find out from Shania how much she had shared with Carter about our hometown, because I didn't trust his raping ass any farther than I could spit him.
When I left the station, he was just a cheating asshole. Now he was a cheating raping asshole, pond sucking scum. Who had ties, though I hate to say it, to my hometown.
I don't want to ask her anything right now though; she'd just learned that her attacker was here. I'll let that information settle before I ask her any more questions that might or might not mean she'd given a killer information that led to him using our backyard as a dumping ground.
Because there was no doubt in my mind that whatever went on here, he was in the middle of it.
I'm hoping the fucker is involved. I wouldn't mind putting him away for good. After I beat the shit out of him.