Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
If that’s all I drove out here for, it’s about to be the most expensive one of his fucking life.
It’s my turn to nod during my approach. “What happened?”
“Pulled off last night to get a little shut eye. Woke up and the fucking thing wouldn’t turn all the way on.”
“Make sounds?”
“Clicking noises.”
“Might be the starter, not the battery.”
Actually, it’s most likely the starter not the battery if that’s the noise he heard.
“Fucking A,” he grunts and tosses his bud into the nearby greenery. “That’s the last shit I need right now.”
“Look, we can definitely try to jump her, first. It’s your money.”
“And being the one to get this fucking bounty will be worth it.” His devilish grin churns my stomach. “Fuck it. Let’s try to jump this cunt first.”
I nod and back track to retrieve my cables. “Bounty hunter, huh?”
“Not really.”
“PI?”
“Not…exactly…”
The sinister tone slows my steps.
“More like…location spotting.”
“Where are you after?”
“Not a where perse but a who.”
More dread trickles along the back of my throat, yet I force it down.
Grab the necessary gear.
Pop and pin the hood of my truck open.
“This rich prick just wants to know where his girlfriend ran away to so he can make some big romantic gesture. Probably proprose or some shit.” The hood to his car is cracked too. “He was vague on those details, but for a quarter of a mill in cash? I could not give a fuck less about what he intends to do with this ho’ when he gets her.”
Curiosity crawls out of me before I can stop it. “You the only one after her?”
“Unfortunately not.” He props his hood open as well. “The guy hired six of us. We all got a hefty fucking starter’s fee. A burner phone. Her photo. And were made to sign an NDA.” Patrick slyly shoots me an arrogant grin. “You probably don’t even know what that is, huh, buddy?”
Ah.
Of course, the rich prick would hire a smug one.
I wanna tell him not only do I know what that shit is, but if he makes another crack at me like that one, I’ll rearrange his DNA so it was like that NDA was signed by another fucking person.
“Basically, it means I legally can’t give out details about this shit, but…” His dark eyebrows mischievously bounce while my fingers unroll the cables. “Wanna see this hot little piece he’s after?”
Logically?
No.
This whole situation is of no interest to me and my towing gig.
Instinctually?
I can’t nod fucking fast enough.
Meeting me in the space between both vehicles, Patrick pulls out his phone and wastes no time bringing up a picture. The instant it’s on the screen, he releases an obnoxious, loud, impressed whistle along with a disgusting lip bite. “Imagine that on your dick, man.”
I don’t have to imagine.
She was there last night.
And I plan for her to be there again when I get home.
“Don’t know what it is about this chick…I don’t know if she has three nipples…a pussy that stays virgin tight…or an ass he was first to call home…or what…But what I do know is he wants her found.” Patrick lets his almost hazel stare find my dark brown. “Bad.”
Which sucks balls for him because we want her with us.
“Like do whatever it takes, fuck the consequences, bad.” The customer tucks his device back in his pants, rubs his hands greedily together, and states, “Alright, fuck, let’s get this shit going. I got a tip that she ate at a diner up the road a couple days ago. I’ve got a feeling they might know where she was headed.” He turns towards his car. “People tend to tell strangers all sorts of shit when they think they’ll never see them again.”
Just like he is.
Except he won’t see me again.
That’s a fact.
Because he won’t be seeing anyone ever again.
Especially not my Rabbit.
I follow him silently over to his vehicle, yet the second he stops, the red cord in my possession is swung around his slender neck. I grip both ends tightly with my curling fists and harshly yank his squirming frame against mine. The cable cuts into his throat right below his Adam’s apple, ceasing any ability to capture more air into what I assume are his burning lungs. Desperate thrashing of his torso comes on the heels of him clawing at the object that’s restricting his breathing, along with violent knocks of his knees into the front bumper happening next, likely bruising the territory in the course of the repeated collision. Stomps and kicks and even a headbutt are attempted to break my unyielding hold, but it doesn’t matter.
None of it matters.
Not his futile croaking.
Not his frantic patting.
Not even the blood vessel that noticeably pops in his eye.
All I give a shit about is protecting those I give a fuck about.
By any means necessary.
Fuck the consequences.
Guess you could say that Rabbit isn’t the only thing me and that rich prick who hired this asshole actually have in common.