Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I got to my feet and she melted back into the chair, her eyes going wide with fright as she clocked my moves. “I’ll be back, if you run, I’ll find you.” I left the way I came and headed back to my place. That had not gone at all the way I’d planned. Her fucking fear did something strange to me. Why the fuck should I care that she was afraid or of what? But I’m the type who likes to get to the bottom of shit, that’s why the fuck I’m here instead of off on a real vacation somewhere living it up after being penned like a fucking sheep.
6
Truth! I’d planned to fuck the shit out of her on sight, give her what she’d been asking for all those years ago. But that fear in her eyes gave me pause. I could never hurt a wounded animal, then again… no never mind. I had to figure out this new wrinkle, the fear that I’d dismissed long ago shouldn’t still be there in her eyes. Shit!
Okay, so things hadn’t gone quite like I’d planned, but maybe that was for the better.
Plan A, come to think of it, just bulldozing my way in and taking what the fuck she’d stolen my life over, some might have seen as an attack. I see it as justice. But sure as fuck that shit would’ve got Jordan’s ass banned on amazon because fuckwit assholes like to play keyboard judge and jury from their grandmother’s basement, while committing every sin known to man with their sanctimonious bullshit. Fucking spawns from the bowels of hell. Yeah, maybe it was better that I move on to plan B or was it C?
I guess I still have a bit of human decency left in me after all if the fear in her eyes could stop me in my tracks. I always did prefer my opponents to have an even chance and the girl I’d just left sitting at her kitchen table was nowhere near ready to take me on.
No worries, it might just take some more time and finesse on my part but as long as the end result was the same. No way was I letting her off the hook. But the fear, I needed an explanation for the fear.
I played around with this new hiccup and what it could mean, but no matter which angle I looked at, I couldn’t see it. Then I put that away for now and focused on the other. Maybe this way was better. I can play with her even more, like a cat with a mouse before he pounced. Oh yeah!
As I fixed myself a sandwich before making a drink to wash it down, I saw the merit in my new plan. A bit less diabolical than the first, but the result would be the same. Game on.
As I sat and chewed I thought of our first meeting. In prison you spend a lot of time delving into shit that you would have no time for on the outside. I’d learned to study myself and the people around me, read them until you knew them inside out. That shit was easier than you may think. Human beings tend to be repetitive in their habits. Very rarely does our make-up change that drastically from one situation to the next.
She’d changed that’s for sure, but not enough to make me give up my need to see her pay for fucking me over. In some ways she was still that spoilt little bitch who’d disrupted my otherwise serene existence. I could still see that in her when she wasn’t looking at me with scared eyes. Whatever she was afraid of, it hadn’t stopped her from doing what she did and then moving on. Not once has she ever tried to set that shit right.
The mere fact that she thought she could just move on with her life as though nothing happened pisses me off. But I would admit that she had lost some of that sassy gleam in her eye that she’d had back then. Maybe it was remorse but who knows? Whether or not she felt that shit was still left to be seen.
I sat with my sandwich and watched her on the monitor as I waited for the fiancé to come home. My movements were mechanical even as my mind moved shit around in my head to formulate my new plan of action.
I grinned to myself as the scenes unfolded in my mind’s eye. Yes indeed this was way better. As I watched her, her nervousness came through the screen loud and clear and it was obvious that I had rattled her; she has no idea.
I didn’t much care for the sadness that lingered in her though. Somehow I’d expected her to be, I don’t know, a fighter. I’d told myself time and again that it was an act, that she was hiding her true colors from everyone else and only I had seen her true underbelly. This was no act. Some fuck was going on behind those eyes.