Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
The place was in total darkness, except for a soft glow that came from a nightlight in the living room. I saw why her tracer lied; her purse was lying on the chair. Fuck! It was the best I could do at the time and since she always carried that thing around with her I’d thought it would do for now until both the bracelets I was having made were ready for them.
Alana’s room was empty as well but that didn’t make me relax any. I made my way back to the bedroom and waited. My radar wasn’t screaming that she was in danger, but I didn’t let my guard all the way down.
I was there two fucking hours, no Ilene. The longer I waited, the more pissed off I became, my mind going places that were bound to get her Fubar-ed. I heard the sound of an engine outside, as I was power napping on her bed waiting for her ass to get home.
I came wide-awake and slid off the bed, positioning myself behind the door with my gun drawn. If anyone except Alana came into this room with her, they were gonna catch lead, fuck the paperwork.
She came into the room with a heavy sigh that sounded like she was tired to the depths of her soul, before dropping her light jacket on a chair and kicking her shoes off.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Eeeeeeiiiooouuu.” She jumped a mile in the air before she turned wide frightened eyes on me. She looked so fucking beaten that my anger died a quick death.
“What happened? who fucked with you?” I took her face in my hands so that I could study her eyes; her eyes never lie to me. Whatever anger had grown inside of me in the time I’d been here waiting was long gone.
“It’s not, I...” She broke down in fucking tears and had my guts twisting in the wind. My fighting gene kicked in and I geared up mentally for battle. It didn’t matter what it was, someone or something had made her cry. That thing was gonna pay for this shit.
I took a deep breath and pulled her into my chest, giving her a few extra seconds to get herself together. I can’t do anything else until I know what the hell is going on.
When it sounded like she was winding down I pushed her head back and dried her tears with my fingertips. “Talk.”
She did that female shit like she was trying to decided whether she should tell me or not, like she had a fucking choice.
“Ilene, tell me what the fuck happened, don’t make me have to start guessing because that shit would only get everyone you know fucked up. Better you pinpoint that shit to the one responsible, now who made you cry?”
She gave me the disjointed version of what had happened since I dropped her off. With each word my blood boiled, but I didn’t let on to her. I’ll deal with the fact that she went out to meet that fuck after everything that I’d told her later. For now I had to deal with his shit once and for all.
“Stay here, don’t answer the phone and don’t leave this fucking house for any reason.” I kissed her hard and ignored her cries of ‘where are you going?’ Where the fuck did she think after telling me that shit?
***
I parked away from the house and kept to the shadows as I made my approach. My hand on the hood of his car showed that it was still warm. His slag’s ride was there as well, but that didn’t give me pause. I just might smack the shit out of her too for fucking with my girl.
It was child’s play breaking the lock and disarming the alarm. I wasn’t familiar with the layout of the place so I had to move with caution. I didn’t want them alerted to my presence until I was standing over them.
There was only one form in the bed and close inspection showed it was hers. A quick study of the nightstand explained why she didn’t even flinch when my shadow fell over her. Sleeping aids, perfect.
I didn’t try to be quiet any longer as I walked into the bathroom where the sound of running water came from.
He stood over the sink with a razor in hand. “Wha...?” I didn’t let him finish the word, but grabbed the little fuck up by his scrawny neck.
With my hand tight around his throat I pulled him out of the room. He kicked and squealed to no avail; she was out. Not that I gave a good damn, I was pissed enough to shoot her ass too.
I dragged him down the stairs and out the door into the night. I made my way back to the car and threw him inside. “Give me your hands.”