Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Put it on speaker,” I command.
“Hey, princess—”
“Cal Hutton here. Char and I are being detained by Michael Cunningham.” I rattle off the location. “She needs you now.”
“I’m on my way,” Garrett growls. “Cunningham, can you hear me?”
Silence.
“I want you at least thirty feet away from my fucking daughter,” Garrett snaps. “My next call is to Fred. Then, my attorney. Tread carefully, motherfucker.”
Cuntingham curses. “I’ll take Hutton. You keep an eye on the girl.”
Winslow releases me to hand me off to Cuntingham. Roughly, he ushers me to the second cruiser. Rather than shoving me in the back seat, he pushes me to my knees.
“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re wrapping yourself up in with that bitch, but you’ve made the wrong fucking move, Hutton,” Cuntingham hisses. He squats right in front of me, grabbing my jaw. “She made some heinous fucking allegations against my son. Allegations that will haunt him for the rest of his life. I won’t allow it.”
“Your son is a piece of shit just like you.” I spit in his face. “Whatever she claimed happened did and you know it.”
He swipes off the saliva with the back of his hand. “Justice is always served. I see to that.”
“I think they call this sadism, not justice, dickhead. You and your son are mean sons of bitches. You don’t deserve that badge. And if you keep pushing, I’m going to push right back. Do not fucking test me.”
Rage burns hot in his eyes. “Are you threatening me?”
“You better fucking believe it I am.”
“Why are you into the bitch? She almost killed your best friend. Where’s your loyalty?”
“Char’s a Hoodlum,” I tell him through clenched teeth. “We protect our own.”
A vein bulges in his forehead. “That little girl isn’t a thug like you and your friends. She’s a lying bitch who wants to ruin my son. Eventually she’ll try to ruin you too. She already did with Terrence.”
If he were close enough, I’d headbutt the shit out of him.
“You must be fucking her,” he says, scowling. “She sure moved on from Ryan quickly. Is that why you assaulted my son?”
“Assault? I call it a good old-fashioned Hoodlum warning.” I grin at him. “Does it hurt when he pisses?”
A line forms between his brows. Confusion.
“Ask him about his little pecker, Daddy,” I taunt. “Maybe that’s the reason Charlotte’s with me and not him. Because his tiny dick doesn’t do shit for her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Hutton,” Cuntingham barks.
“When I make her scream, it’s because she likes it. Because my dick destroys her in the best possible way. Your son came up short. I wonder if that sort of thing is genetic.”
I love that his face turns purple like it might explode.
“Ask Ryan about his dick,” I urge, a maniacal grin on my face. “I bet he wishes his dick were like mine. Probably even named that poor little worm Cal.” I shrug. “I mean, can you blame him?”
Cuntingham kicks me hard in the stomach, knocking the air out of me and sending me rolling. Between sucking in air, I howl in laughter. Ryan is going to flip his shit when his dad asks him about his dick. They’re both too proud to put that in any police report. They’ll just try to get even their way. Dirty and beneath the radar. Unlucky for them, I’m a motherfucking Hoodlum and that’s the only way I play.
Charlotte
“Shit,” Winslow curses when Michael kicks Cal in the stomach.
“He can’t do that,” I snap. “Are you going to do something?”
He looks down at his feet, ignoring the other cop. I take off toward Cal, like I’m going to be able to assist, but Winslow snags my bicep. My phone nearly drops to the asphalt at my feet, but I manage to keep hold of it. Dad hasn’t said much in the past couple of minutes. I soon realize why.
“You have to the count of three to take your hands off my child before I make it my fucking job to destroy your career,” Dad snarls from the front of Cal’s truck.
Winslow drops his hold on my arm.
“Dad!” I cry out his name, running over to him.
He pulls me in for a hug, his body tight with fury. I keep the tears at bay. Dad’s here. Dad will fix this. He’ll take care of us.
“What is Cal being arrested for?” Dad asks, his voice icy and cutting the air like a blade.
“I, uh, for…” Winslow stutters over his words. Dad has that affect over people when he’s in king of the town mode. Right now, he’s bursting with power and he wants to use it against anyone who’s tried to hurt me.
“I suggest you go sort it out with the other officer and make a decision one way or the other. You either put him in the back of your squad car and book him, or you release him.” Dad’s voice brooks no room for argument. “Now, Winslow.”