Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“How was your day?”
“Fine. I went to the mall. Had a shake. It was nice.” Saw Dwayne, a guy I’ve been crushing on but you don’t need to know that. He rejected me. “I’m going to go and get washed and changed.”
“Okay, honey.”
She didn’t linger and made her way toward her room. Even as she took a shower, the tears didn’t fall. It was only as she sat on the edge of the bed, a towel around her body and one wrapped in her hair, that she allowed the tears. Saying nasty things to him didn’t help, and now she had no way of apologizing.
Dropping her head into her hands, she wondered what the hell she was going to do.
Chapter Six
The following week, Dwayne stared at his warehouse door to see the letter taped there. It had his name on the letter, and he lifted it up.
He knew instantly it had to be from Charity, and he didn’t like the twisting that he got in his gut. He’d not followed or seen her since the day in the mall. She’d looked so fucking upset, as if he’d shattered her entire world with saying that he didn’t want her.
She was a beautiful woman and so easy to talk to. It had been a nightmare to him saying that shit to her. Still, his uncles had backed off, so whatever he said must have worked. He didn’t know how they knew everything, just that they had eyes everywhere.
“Charity dropped that off a few days ago,” Beast said, suddenly appearing at his side.
Dwayne stared at his uncle, not surprised by his appearance.
“Do you have some special device that gets you around?” he asked.
“Yeah, I have a car and a pair of legs. You’re becoming sloppy in observation. Not good for you, Dwayne.” Beast’s arms were folded, and he looked disappointed.
“I’m at the top of my game.” He opened up his jacket, showing everything he carried. Six guns, two knives, and his cell phone. He never went anywhere without them.
“Someone sneaks up on you though, injects you with some drug that puts you to sleep, all that shit is useless to you.”
“Do you have a point being here?” This was the first time he’d been caught being distracted in a long time. Not since he was teenager had he been this careless.
“I was worried about you.”
“You don’t need to be.”
“Okay, reports are that you killed fifty people this week.”
“What? Is my quota down?” Dwayne asked.
They were at the docks, interfering with a Carson shipment. He was bored of the complaints, so he broke in, waited until shit went down, saw what was happening with his own eyes, and dealt with the problem.
That was what he was, a problem solver.
“Quite the opposite, really. At this rate we’ll need to go to another country to help with their overpopulation process.”
He sighed. “You’re going to complain about how I do business?”
“I worry about you.”
He laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“I hate to remind you of this, Dwayne. You’ve turned into a man that I am proud of. Your reputation rivals even mine, and I’m happy about that. Don’t forget, I was the one that came for you. I was the one that stopped my brother from his abuse.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“I know I was too late. That you had already suffered a great deal.”
“Look, Beast, what do you want?”
“I care about you. I worry about you constantly. You think it’s easy for me to know what you do, to remember everything you went through?”
“No, I don’t spend my time thinking about all that, Beast.”
“You don’t?”
Dwayne stared at his uncle, waiting for whatever he was about to say next. “No.”
“I do,” Beast said. “I think about what I could have done if I’d gotten to you sooner. If I’d not taken my time to get my shit together. What he did, the person he was, he should have been stopped.”
He stared at his uncle, seeing the regret in his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“No, and yet I think about what would have happened if I’d gotten to you sooner. You think I don’t know about the time you killed when you were younger. When you saw men beating the shit out of women, out of kids. How you didn’t just snap one time but a few times.”
This time Dwayne didn’t say anything.
“These bodies that are being uncovered, I know you buried a couple there.”
“What have they found?” Dwayne asked.
“Two women have been uncovered.”
“I never buried women there, Beast. I was only after men at that point. Everyone else could eat shit for all I cared.”
“Just men?”
“Yeah, just men. Women … I only started killing women that betrayed us, Beast. That sold out the Carson name.”
“Someone is burying or uncovering bodies, and I need you to find out who.”
“What exactly do you want me to do?” Dwayne asked. “It’s a prime fucking dumping ground for that shit. No one goes there unless they’re some sick fuck looking for a high.”