Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I may have never seen her face but when I was across the street from her I felt her eyes watching me with interest, and when I saw her shoulders drop from the corner of my eye I knew she’d removed me off her list of possible threats. I smile.
Wrong move, kid.
The other picture is a grainy security footage still showing Frank Helburn leaving the bloody scene at Morgan’s house and I feel the anger rising through my body settling in my throat where it’s been strangling me since that fucking night.
The phone rings, and I cringe at the name on my screen. I answer without a greeting, but Griff is Griff and doesn’t need one. He talks enough for the both of us.
“No sign of our boy Frank?” Griff asks, speaking fast as if someone pressed the fast forward button on his mouth. His voice is nasally. High pitched. Whiney. Every word he speaks sounds as if he’s complaining even if he isn’t. I look forward to when the job’s done so I don’t have to hear it on a daily fucking basis.
“None,” I confirm. “Just the girl and occasionally some little delivery boy twat.”
Griff makes a noise. Half sigh, half growl. “Well, Frank isn’t as good at covering his tracks as he thinks he is because last night my nephew Leo picked up a trace of him deep in the dark corners of the web only few know how to get to. He’s still hacking. Still doing jobs. Leo’s tracking him now. He may not be there with his daughter, but we’ll find him. Soon.”
“I’ll keep watching. If he comes here I’ll know it,” I tell Griff. It’s true. No one has ever slipped by me and they never will. “But I think it’s time to find out just how much Frank Helburn loves his daughter.”
“I think you might be right,” Griff agrees.
I look out the window at the dark townhouse. I press the speaker button.
“Take her.” Griff’s says. His voice deepens with the intensity of his words. His excitement is more controlled now. Darker. “Take Frank’s daughter. I want to flush this fucker out. He took Morgan and your child from you and he stole millions from me. He deserves everything he has coming to him.” He lets out a long breath directly into the phone causing static on the line. “He needs to pay.” Another long exhale. “And then he needs to PAY.”
I don’t say anything, but I agree. Griff knows I agree.
“You’re one tough man to get more than a word out of.” Griff says, changing his tone from bitter to amused in single chuckle. “I like that about you.”
I don’t like anything about you.
“I hear you’re back to a one-man team,” Griff says, suddenly changing the subject.
I grit my teeth. This fucker sure knows how to piss me off. “None of your fucking business, Griff,” I snap.
I look out the window for the millionth time. The townhouse is still dark.
“I’m just saying, you must have been mad as hell when Rage left your team.” Griff continues, ignoring my warning. His mention of Rage’s name makes me want to call the entire job off. “He must’ve not been as loyal as you thought.”
Griff said HE. My anger fades. Griff apparently doesn’t know who Rage is, never mind what SHE’S capable of.
I release my grip on the steering wheel. “We might have the same enemy, Griff, but make no mistake, that don’t make us friends.”
“Good, because I’ve seen first-hand what happens to your friends,” He drawls.
I hang up and toss the phone onto the passenger seat. I slam my closed fist on the steering wheel.
If Griff was in front of me I’d strangle the life out of him right here and now.
The fucker thinks he’s untouchable and to a certain extent he is. His organization has grown leaps and bounds over the last few years, but the guy is still a dick who likes to brag about his accomplishments, which gives his reign an expiration date. The best organization in the world can’t protect a leader who continually runs his mouth all over the place.
Loose lips sink ships, but in my world, they’ll also earn you a dirt nap.
Longevity comes with the ability to be silent. I give Griff one more year before someone’s paying me to dig him a hole in the ground. Of all the people in the world he had to be the one to discover that Frank was the one responsible for the slaughter that took place at Morgan’s house.
A light turns on inside the girl’s bedroom, I watch as her shadow crosses over the window.
I don’t know if it’s my need for revenge or my conversation with Griff, but my patience is at an end. And so is this girl’s freedom.
I’m not waiting anymore.