Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“He did that?”
She nodded. “I thought that was normal since it’d been happening since I was sixteen.”
“Sixteen?” I tightened my hold over the steering wheel, imagining it was his neck.
The good news was that if he was doing that, I was sure he was doing other shit. “That’s abuse of power. If it came down to it, would you be willing to talk to a lawyer?”
“You think that’s enough to get him to drop the charges?”
“No, but it’s a start.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Of course. I’ll do anything you need me to do.”
There. Right there. It’s another reason I fell for her, and I had plans to tell her. Lots of plans. Elaborate plans, but not yet. We needed to go to battle first. I’d helped with this sort of shit, but it was always someone else’s fight. I’d been in the back, helping, supporting. This time, I was at the wheel. It was my fight.
It was time I let people know just what I could do.
20
AVA
We went back to Zeke’s house.
“What are you planning on doing?” I asked as we walked inside.
Zeke tossed his keys, went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and stood, studying me. He took a sip before giving me a grin. “I’m going to hack him.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You’re what?”
He was nodding, talking to himself now. “Hack him. I bet there’s a ton of shit he’s hiding. I can get into his accounts. Figure it out and somehow give it to the DA in exchange for them dropping charges against me. Yeah. It could work.”
My mouth was on the floor. “What? That sounds like a horrible idea. You could get added charges if you get caught.”
“Nah. This will work.” He came over, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “This will totally work. This is a great idea.” He started down the hallway.
I trailed behind him. “This is a horrible idea.” My phone was ringing, but I silenced it. I had a huge catastrophe here to prevent. “Zeke.”
He went to the bedroom and started changing clothes.
I perched on the bed, watching, but decided I should change too. He was pulling on comfy clothes, which okay. I loved comfy clothes. Since moving in with Zeke, that was one thing he’d asked us to do more. Or he asked me to do with him, lounging around, wearing pajamas all day, and goofing off. He explained that everyone did it. It was a basic human premise, to be lazy every now and then.
It was now my favorite thing to do, but only with him. With myself, it wasn’t the same. I got restless, thinking how much money I could be making if I was working, and ended up heading somewhere to pick up a shift. Thank goodness my bosses all liked when I showed up and didn’t turn me away from fear of overtime or something.
But he was pulling on some gym shorts and a T-shirt.
I loved his T-shirts. God. Zeke’s chest could be like a Greek statue, and when he was inside me, raised and holding himself over me, his eyes on me, I about died every time. He had tattoos on one shoulder and chest, a tribal one that wound down his right arm, and it was the hottest thing ever to me.
I was getting all hot and bothered, just thinking about it right now, but Zeke wasn’t noticing.
He was padding barefoot around the room, nodding to himself. He was all hyped on his world domination plan, or his enemy domination plan. One that I thought was the stupidest plan ever.
I pulled on some lounge pants and a tank top and padded barefoot after him as he was going back to the kitchen. He grabbed another beer, some sports drinks, water, and he filled his arms up with snacks. He gave me a lopsided grin, seeing me standing in the doorway. “You look super sexy right now.” He came over, saying, “I need to hack this guy. Save my ass, and then you and me, I’m going to show you the Tour of Europe.”
“What?” I almost squeaked, my insides clenching at just what that could be.
He gave my forehead a kiss before dropping to my mouth, and giving me another long and lingering one, one that had me a little short of breath. “Tour of Europe. You’ll see. I get inventive.”
Okay. Ignoring the sudden pitter-patter in the middle of my chest, I followed him to his office, where he was putting everything around his computer.
I frowned, seeing he was committed to this plan. “Zeke.”
He glanced back, frowning right before he turned his computer on. “Yeah, babe?”
Babe.
I’d never been someone’s babe. Not even my ex had called me that, but looking at him, my mouth going dry at how good he looked, how earnest he was in breaking the law and seeing no problem in informing me that he was about to do what he was about to do, and now him calling me babe.