Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
He smiles, flashing a confident grin, unbothered and not even a little anxious.
“Oh, but you know what I want.”
“I didn’t release that article,” I blurt out. “I wrote it, but I didn’t release it. Someone else did.”
“I don’t care who released it,” Bill answers, casually. “I care about the heat that it has brought to me and the people I work for. You see, they’re not happy with the people sniffing around us now, detectives and investigators, it’s very bad.”
“If you didn’t do bad things,” I hiss, “then you wouldn’t have a problem.”
He keeps the smile. “I’m not here to argue, Bonnie. I’m here to give you a choice. We want information, information that you can get from that little club you’re so obsessed with. If you get it for us, we might just let you be.”
He can’t be serious.
Now he wants information from the club, too.
Everyone seems to have something they want from the club, and it makes me wonder what it is they’re hiding for so many people to be interested in them.
I’m not giving him a damned thing.
I have enough heat in my life, I don’t need anymore.
“I don’t have anything you want, and I can’t get anything you want. The article was as close as I could get to information. The club refuses to have anything to do with me after that.”
His eyes flash as he takes a step closer. “Don’t play with me, lady. I’m not in the position to mess around. You do as I ask, or you end up right where Daniel did. Is that how you want things to go for you?”
That comment sparks my interest, but I keep my face blank.
“I don’t want any part in this. I just want to move on with my life.”
He chuckles, low and deadly. “You should have thought of that before digging into places you had no business being in. I have a boss that’s very, very angry and wants you out of the picture. If you don’t cooperate with us, then you’re going to be of no use, and we’ll have to make sure you go away.”
Chills run down my spine, because I know he means every word he says.
“Bonnie, are you okay?”
Remy’s voice trickles in, and I glance over to see him approaching us, his eyes firmly fixed on Bill.
“Seems to be your lucky day,” Bill murmurs. “We’re not done, Bonnie. You’ve made a lot of people very angry. Work with us, or we’ll be back for you. You have twenty-four hours to give me an answer and believe me when I say you don’t want to see what happens if you try to get away from me.”
With that, he turns and disappears just as Remy reaches me. Judging by the look on Remy’s face, he knows exactly who Bill is and he knows what he was talking to me about, at least, what he was threatening me with.
“You should have called,” Remy tells me, his voice low as he keeps his gaze on Bill who disappears out of sight.
“I didn’t really get much chance.”
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“Depends what you define as hurt,” I mutter. “I’m okay, can we just go?”
Nodding, Remy escorts me out of the store empty handed. His eyes scan the parking lot with every step we take. He’s not leaving anything to chance.
My mind is spinning as we travel back to Leo’s apartment.
He wants me to get information from the club. Two different groups of people now want something I’m not willing to give, but where does that leave me? Alone, in danger, with nobody to help. I can’t live like this forever, but if I betray that club, again, then I’m going to have three groups of people on my back. A deep pit of anxiety forms in my chest, and I struggle to fight through it, struggle to find a solution.
I’ve got a problem that I’m not quite sure I can fix.
“From now on, I’m coming into the store with you,” Remy says as we get out of the truck and walk inside.
“I have a bad feeling that if Bill wants to get to me, he’s going to find a way.”
Remy stops, turning to look at me before we walk through the door. “Not if I have a say in it.”
I admire his determination to protect me, I really do. He’s kind and brave, I trust him, but I’m not sure he’s a match for the people I’ve got coming after me.
I thank him once more for his help and then retreat to my room where I sit on the edge of the bed, dropping my head into my hands. What do I do about this situation? Do I go to the cop and get his help? Do I just give Bill what he wants until I can think of something better? Western already hates me, adding this will only make it worse.