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)
12
Welp, my dick’s rubbed raw. I hissed when the soap hit it but forged through the pain like a man. I imagine she was in worst shape. I shoulda soaked her in a hot tub before I left but her bringing him up kinda soured my mood there at the end.
I left all the lights off in the house so Bryan wouldn’t know I was inside when he came knocking for his nightly dinner invite. Not that I was feeling guilty or anything, I just didn’t want to see his fucking face.
I did eavesdrop on their conversation a little bit to see where things were and got the gist that he hadn’t a clue. I wonder how she got the fuck smell out of the room, and the bathroom, and…shit. I must’ve dripped cock juice all over the floor over there. Oh well.
I hit the sack early since my ass was done for and dropped like a lodestone. My dreams were filled with unanswered questions and puzzles that didn’t make a lick of sense. I kept seeing her face with that look of fear in her eyes, calling to me.
I shot up in bed sometime in the early morning hours. “Son of a bitch!” I looked around the room as if expecting to find the answers hiding in the corners. I did not like where my mind had gone. In my semi conscious state, shit that I wouldn’t allow myself to think while in my waking state was screaming at me loud and clear.
I needed to talk to her, now. I had to wait. It would be another two hours before asshole left for work. I took a glance at the computer screen and came up short. “Where the fuck is she?” I hit some keys and scanned the rest of the house and found her wrapped up on the couch.
Going back to the bedroom it was obvious that her side of the bed hadn’t been slept in. “Good girl.” Why the fuck that shit should make me want to do cartwheels is anybody’s guess, but it made me feel good.
I even whistled while I put on a pot of coffee, until I remembered what had ran me from my bed. I’m trying not to kill anyone, but if what I suspect now is true, somebody’s gonna get burnt.
It was obvious now that the deputies hadn’t framed me. When I asked in a roundabout way of course, she didn’t even know them. There were only one other person caught up in this mess, the one person I would never have looked at for this.
To kill time while I waited for Bryan to leave out I did some digging. Dad had been in control of my part of the business while I was inside. The account had been set up and the monies from the bike shop was being deposited bi-weekly.
I never had reason to doubt that shit was on the up and up before, but now…
I knew as soon as I started digging that shit was off. the Money in the beginning looked about right, and my name was on all the right papers as far as the business was concerned, in the beginning.
Two hours later I was ready to kill, but I needed to hear it from her. I needed to be sure before I made my move. I think somehow I must’ve known. That’s probably why I didn’t rush over there first thing when I got out. The money hadn’t been my first priority. The fact that Doug had left out the day before my release should’ve been a dead giveaway. Had the tables been turned I would’ve met him at the gate. Son of a bitch.
I called her as soon as I heard his car leave. “Come next door, we need to talk.” I hung before she could say anything. What was she gonna say? No? She was there ten minutes later looking tired and worn the fuck out.
She kept looking back over her shoulder as if she didn’t want the neighbors to see her standing there before eight o’clock in the morning. I purposely made her wait a little longer. Old habits die hard I guess.
I opened the door and let her in. “Coffee?”
“No thanks, I already had some.” Aren’t we polite?
I turned to look at her once the door was closed and she was standing in the middle of the living room.
“I’m going to ask you some questions. I want the truth. If you lie to me it’ll just piss me off and we’ll be back to square one.” I let that sink in as she dropped down on the couch.
I could see that she was nervous and that fear crept back into her eyes. There was no use drawing the shit out so I just got right to it. “Why did you set me up?” She fidgeted around and refused to look at me until I knelt down in front of her.