Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Said you needed to listen.”
Oh, yes, that was right, that was what he said. “And I said I’d have opinions. One of them is this: I’m not leaving my home to go into hiding. I have cases I put off already that I need to deal with. Clients to meet with. I’m already behind enough due to all the nonsense this asshole caused.”
“You go, too.”
She pinned her eyebrows together. Did he not hear her? “No, if I go, and no one is coming and going from this house, that will look suspicious. I need to continue with my regular routine. And, anyway, if he was going to break into the house to get to Reilly, he’d wait until I left for the day, right?”
He didn’t say anything. Because he knew she was right. Maybe that bothered him and, honestly, she just didn’t care if it did.
“When I leave for the day, you can come in and sit on the house.”
“No, I’m not comin’ and goin’. If he ends up watchin’ the house he’ll see me and not approach. Once I’m settled in, I’m stayin’ put and keepin’ watch.”
Shit. The man wanted to be in her house twenty-four seven. Even when she was home. She’d have no privacy at all. She didn’t like that. Not one bit. But she also wanted Warren caught.
A little suffering on her part could be worth the satisfaction of catching that bastard in the end. “How long do you think this will take?”
“Have no fuckin’ clue.”
“Could it be months?”
“Hope to fuck not. He skipped less than a week ago. Thinkin’ he went underground to regroup. Probably already figured out she gave up her job and apartment. Probably assumed she ran to family to hide. Also, since he was bonin’ her, they most likely talked besides just fuckin’ and he knew about you. At least knew your first name. Maybe even had an idea of where you lived.”
Reilly did say in the beginning, her and Billy talked a lot. About her life mostly, not his. Always asking questions, trying to get in good with her. He drew her in by appearing to care about her life.
Not talking about himself, or his past, should’ve been a sign.
Reese sneered at the thought Reilly had been so gullible, causing Deacon to frown. “What’s with your face?”
“The more I think about that asshole, the more I realize prison isn’t good enough,” she admitted.
“Probably won’t get a lot of time inside, anyhow. Skippin’ will add some time, but not enough.”
“You didn’t see my sister in that hospital.”
“Saw the pics. Saw it was brutal. She didn’t take him stealin’ from her lyin’ down. Don’t know her yet, but if she’s anything like you, she’s got balls.”
“You don’t need balls to be strong.”
Why did people, especially men, use the term “pussy” for someone weak and say someone strong “had balls?” Most women she knew were not weak and she assumed they all had vaginas. Like her.
Men who thought women were the “weaker sex” needed a lesson on how wrong they were.
Billy Warren had balls and he was just a weak little man who stole from women and then beat them up. Reese would love to remove those balls and hang them from the rearview mirror of her BMW. Or, hell, put them on a string and make clackers out of them.
She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. Getting pissed off right now wouldn’t help. She needed to keep calm and collected and work out a plan with the man standing before her.
They had a common goal, she reminded herself. She needed to concentrate on that.
“I agree with moving my sister. If you have a place for her to go that’s safe, I’ll pay for her room and expenses. But I’m going to continue to stay here and work in my practice. Then, whatever we need to do to draw that bastard out, we’ll do it. You capture him and deliver him to wherever you need to deliver him to, and I’ll try not to kill him first. But no promises.”
“Gonna keep your deadly tendencies in mind. Just so you know, him turnin’ up dead will cause a whole new issue. For you and your sister. He deserves to be in prison, not you. Remember that.”
“And my sister did not deserve what he did.”
“Not sayin’ the fucker’s gonna be delivered without a scratch.”
Deacon grinned.
Reese grinned.
That admission warmed her up to his plan a little more.
“Now... Need a place to hide my truck. Need a place to lay down my head. Tomorrow mornin’, gonna meet your sister. Also gonna make some calls about where she can go. And you call a tow truck.”
He didn’t need to tell her to call a tow truck. She bit back the response she wanted to give him and instead said, “I’ll need to get a rental until my car is fixed.”