Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I felt their eyes on me, their intensity. I felt my fear down to the very marrow in my bones.
And then the driver side window started to roll down and everything in me froze, tensed. I stopped breathing, and I swear my heart stopped beating. My hand was shaking as I moved back a step and then to the side, getting a better look inside the car. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw who sat in the seat, who watched me, shadows playing around his body, the light from the dashboard giving him an almost ominous appearance.
Butcher.
Although I felt relief, felt myself actually start to lower my hand, I shook my head slowly but felt myself tense even more. I knew I should have feared him, but… I didn’t. I pointed that gun right at him, focused, and wiped the emotion off my face as best as I could. I narrowed my eyes, needing him to see I would not back down.
“Do you even know how to use that thing, girl?” His voice was so deep and husky, sending vibrations through me.
“Want to find out?” My voice was steady and calm... dripping with venom.
He smirked. “You’re a fierce little thing, aren’t you?”
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let the pitch and tone of his voice do wicked things to my body.
“Do you normally stalk women in the middle of the night?” My voice did shake then, but I couldn’t help it. That fear of the unknown mixed with my excitement at seeing Butcher.
He was silent for long moments, and I wondered if he was thinking about his answer, trying to make up a story. And although I hadn’t known this man for very long, I knew, just knew he wasn’t the type to lie.
He probably called things like they were, the cold, hard truth with no apologies or fucks given.
“If it means protecting you, then yeah, I’ll stalk the fuck out of you, Poppy.”
I felt my heart jump into my throat and found myself lowering the gun, even though I probably should’ve kept it pointed right at him. Even though he’d been following me, watching me, probably had dug up information on me.
The gun was pressed to the side of my thigh now, my fingers still tightly wrapped around it. “Why are you following me?” Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut or turned around and kept moving, but I needed to know.
I needed to know what I was up against.
“Why don’t you get in the SUV and I’ll drive you the rest of the way home?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Are you fucking serious?”
He laughed softly and shook his head, focusing on the road in front of him. A car drove past Butcher’s vehicle, slowed, looking inside. I could see the dazed look of the driver, probably high or drunk. His piece-of-shit car rattled, probably a loose muffler ready to fall off.
But then I saw the realization on the man’s face, saw when he recognized it was Butcher. His eyes widened as he straightened and looked forward, his throat working as he swallowed.
And then he hauled ass out of there.
Then it was just us again.
I stared at Butcher. He stared at me.
Nothing was said, but the tension was high, the emotion electric.
“I can walk myself home.” I put the gun back in my bag and exhaled. “And stop fucking stalking me.” I wanted to tell him I’d call the cops if it kept up, but then again, he and I both knew I wouldn’t. I’d be lying.
He didn’t say anything, so I turned around and just left, starting to walk to my place. I looked over my shoulder and watched him, pleased he seemed to be listening, that he wasn’t advancing in his vehicle.
And despite the fact that I was glad about this, happy he clearly saw some power in me, a part of me sensed that safeness I’d felt with him start to go away the farther I moved from him.
It confused me, but most of all, I was afraid of those feelings.
Butcher
I watched her leave, walk away from me. I didn’t know if Poppy thought I’d give up, listen to her when she told me not to follow her. She didn’t know me very well.
However, she would.
She disappeared down the road, and I drove forward slowly. I circled the block so she couldn’t see me following her… stalking her. But I did it all for her.
I pulled the SUV down one of the alleys right across from her complex, turned the vehicle off, and sat there, watching her building, making sure no degenerate or druggies or motherfuckers got to close. A moment later I saw a light go on, knew it was her bedroom. Hell, I knew the fucking layout of her apartment from when Shyne looked her up for me.