Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“He bought her?”
“He might’ve picked her up a few times after the club and seen how much she could meow.” I kept the rage off of my face. “He used to have me drive her home, when he was done. The first few times I didn’t care. I was at the hotel myself. The last night I took her home, I saw three little boys peeking out from her living room window.”
“Who watched them?”
“No one. I told her ass to never come back around Stone and them.” I gestured at the door that she’d booked it out of. “That’s why she hightailed it through the exit. She’d been ready to go over there to the perverts, and realized I sat in the bar.”
“She’s a free woman.”
“I told her not to mess with them.”
“She’s no virgin.”
“Men like Stone would chew Sophia and her kids up.”
“You sure she wouldn’t be chewing, too?”
“I’m not so sure.” I headed to the exit with Scar right behind me. “You’re going to follow me now?”
“I got your back.”
“Yeah, I know.” I shoved through the bar’s doors. Cold wind hit my face. “I told her not to come back. She keep messing with Stone and he’ll get nervous and have her disposed of.”
“Not your problem.”
I stopped and faced him. “If Stone has her disposed, then it is my problem. I hate killing mothers.”
Scar nodded. “Me too.”
We were both motherless too soon. Scar’s mom died. Mine should’ve done the world a favor and killed herself.
Several feet ahead of Scar and me heels clicked against the pavement. I spotted her figure up ahead, stomping away in pretty shoes and swaying those lovely hips.
“Eh!” I ran up to her. “I thought I told you to stay away from him?”
Ass jiggling under that skirt, she displayed her middle finger and kept on stalking forward. That was the thing that irked me about Sophia. Most women’s names were easy to forget. This one’s was easy to remember. Sophia was just too stupid to live. She knew she should be scared of me, understood I was dangerous, but yet didn’t provide me with the respect that I should’ve been given.
“Eh!” I hurried my pace to stay on her side.
“My name is not Eh.” Sophia rolled those fucking eyes. “And I only came through because I needed some quick cash.”
“You’ll end up getting a quick death, if you mess with that bunch.”
“Then my problems might be solved.” She stopped in the center of the sidewalk and gazed at me. “Are we done?”
Scar got to my side and stared at her with an odd expression. He did that at times with women. It creeped most of them out.
Sophia pointed at Scar. “Stop studying me like that. You look like you want to carve me up and eat me.”
Scar’s voice darkened. “I scare you?”
She never lowered her finger. “Stop looking at me.”
“You should probably say that in a nicer tone.” I crossed my arms around my chest.
Annoyance laced her voice. “What?”
“If he looks like he wants to carve you up, and then eat you,” I said, “don’t you think you should ask him to stop looking at you in a nicer tone?”
Scar moved his gaze to her hair and then her bare shoulders, his expression getting odder by the minute, like he really would slice some of her flesh and chomp away.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked.
She lifted her head and targeted him with a sexy gaze. “No, baby, I’m not scared.”
Shit like that made my cock hard. Sophia should’ve backed away. Scar stood five times her size. The man frightened me. In that moment, I decided that I would fuck her.
I sucked my teeth. “You should be afraid of us both.”
“You’re not going to let this big, scary beast hurt me,” she said.
I had nothing else to say. Not many people shocked me. No one talked to me this way, not even the designer perverts who signed my big death checks.
“How do you know I won’t let him eat you?” I asked.
“Because you haven’t become a monster yet,” she replied.
“Yet?”
“You heard me.” She walked around both of us and continued down the sidewalk. “But you will become one. Guys like you always become monsters, when they hang with men like that.”
“You would know, huh? You’ve slept with enough them.” I turned around.
“Sure have. Should I be embarrassed?” She stalked off, that behind wiggling with each stomp. “I’m sure you’ve killed more men than I’ve fucked.”
“She’s too mouthy.” Scar reached into his jacket. His fingers were probably rubbing against his gun. He liked to play with the cold surface a little in the seconds before wrenching it out and pulling the trigger.
I touched his arm. “No. Don’t shoot her.”
“She would be fun.”
“No.” I tightened my grip on his arm. “I don’t want to have that type of fun with her.”