Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Yeah I do! I don’t trust the asshole senator who’s just as bad as the son had been. I’m not about to leave her at his mercy. As far as I know they’ve never been close, she and him, so though he might want to put on a public charade, I’m not about to let anyone else take care of her.
As far as I’m concerned, the second he drew his last breath she became mine. He’s the only reason I’d stayed away from her in the first place, because they were married. I give a fuck about his family and what they think or want. She doesn’t belong to them.
The way I see it, as of a few hours ago it became my responsibility to take care of her every need. That’s why I’d gotten here so fast, and why no one else was getting anywhere near her. So I stood in their way ready to fuck their shit up if they pressed me on this.
One of them walked away with his phone to his ear before coming back to me less than a minute later. “I can’t get ahold of the senator. He and his wife are on their way back. I’m sorry but…” He started to move around me to enter the room where she was and I put my hand in his chest and pushed him back.
“Get the fuck out of here. I’m very sure whatever’s going on here the senator is looking out for his son, I’m looking out for her. You go in that room I’ll make you sorry you ever drew your first fucking breath.”
They hemmed and hawed for a few minutes more while I blocked their every move. I had no doubt that they knew who I was. No doubt they knew the shit storm I would bring down on their heads if they fucked with me.
Since they weren’t moving fast enough I pulled my phone and called in my team, making sure they heard every word and watched them scatter. The fuck they want?
Maybe I’m going a little overboard. The senator used to be her father in law after all. But I like him even less than I liked the son. I don’t want him doing shit for her ever again.
I turned away from watching them leave to see her finally getting up from the chair. Marcus went to help her up and happened to glance my way and caught the look on my face. Fucker rethought that shit quick.
His old ass wouldn’t be immune to her beauty and I know it only takes about five minutes in her presence to fall completely under her spell. My look just warned him to keep his fucking hands to himself.
My eyes ate her up looking for any signs of trauma, but all I saw was a very haggard looking woman who didn’t seem to be too steady on her feet. Did they even have someone look at her before dragging her in here?
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists so that I could keep my promise to Kevin. Plus, if I lose my shit in here I can expect a courtroom in my future, so I bit it back and waited for her to come to me.
GISELLE
I knew, even before his lawyer introduced himself that he was here. I’d felt his presence as soon as he entered the room behind me, and had fought hard not to turn around. I knew if I did, if I saw his face that I’d break.
I’d been holding myself together the last few hours by sheer will alone. I was empty inside, hollow, with no feelings one way or another, but I knew one look at him would unravel my tightly held control.
I hadn’t cried, not even when I stood over Vance’s body seconds after the gunshot that took his life. I’d only felt numb, as if I were somehow separated from it all. It didn’t seem real.
I’m sure that it was my mind’s way of dealing with the horror, but what would others think? Would they find me cold, heartless? Or will they understand?
I’d pushed back the guilt I felt at my feeling of relief. Had felt like a horrible person for feeling that way as I looked down at the grotesque sight before me. Is that why the cops had brought me in? Had they noticed that I wasn’t acting the way a new widow should?
No matter, I couldn’t dredge up a tear if my life depended on it. Maybe it was the shock that was making me feel this way. It’s not every day you see someone with half their face gone; and the blood, so much blood. Will I ever get the smell of it out of my nose? Or the sight of it out of my head?