Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Claire was all curves. A nice pair of tits, hips, ass. Just watching her, he wanted to fuck her.
He’d found himself arriving home more often than not wondering what delight he’d encounter, only to see she’d stopped dancing in her underwear. She covered up and was rarely in his apartment. He had men following her. She was interviewing for other jobs but hadn’t said anything to Rhianna about it.
His curiosity irritated him. For the longest time, he hadn’t cared for this woman. With her being in his home, part of his world, she’d started to invade more of his thinking space and he needed her out of it. This was for himself only.
“She’s not for sale.” He stepped away from the monitors and left the building.
Sitting in the back of his car, he pulled out his cell phone and saw the confirmation that Tony was indeed waiting for him.
He gave the orders for where they were to take him and with that, he sat back. Glancing down at his cell phone, he checked over his sister’s social media accounts. Every now and then, he liked to make sure she wasn’t getting into trouble and as he did, he started to notice the pictures of Claire. There was one taken this morning. They were lying on the sofa, smiling, clearly with their legs across the back of the sofa. There were several like this through the years. Not all of them with a nice, black leather sofa.
There were a couple of them at parties. He noticed one with Tony and Claire. The couple didn’t exactly look happy. Claire leaned against Tony, but the man in question appeared to be looking at another woman’s ass.
Claire had a great ass.
He closed his cell phone. He didn’t need to go through pictures to look at Claire. She was everywhere he fucking looked. He hadn’t been with a woman since she’d been in his world and with his sister also hanging out regularly at his place, well, it was making things difficult.
He arrived at the casino and went straight down to the basement again.
“Look, I don’t know what this is about. I swear I didn’t do anything. Someone’s trying to frame me. I don’t have nothing. I promise. I swear.”
“You do a lot of talking,” Gabriel said. He grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the man in question.
He was crying and sniffled. Snot ran down into his mouth. It sickened him, but he was used to men being so weak, begging for their lives. It was amazing what people would offer and plead with to save their own skin.
“I don’t know who you are, man.”
“And you’re not going to know. We have a mutual friend,” he said.
“I don’t know no friends of yours,” Tony said.
He snapped his fingers and one of his men produced a picture. It was a snapshot of Claire with her black eye.
“I don’t know what that bitch has done but I swear I’m done with her. She’s in this on her own.”
“You gave her the black eye.”
“She was yelling at me and I was done with hearing her shit. She’s a fucking waste of space. Fat bitch and she’s crap in bed as well. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She clings. I got rid of her.”
“I know her. She’s a friend of the family, Tony.”
“Whatever she told you, it’s a lie.”
Gabriel stared at the man, watching, waiting. As if on cue, he pissed himself.
He sighed. This was the kind of man Claire went for?
“Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything. If you want her, she’s all yours.”
He wrapped his fingers around the man’s neck and squeezed. “I suggest you be very careful what you say to me. I’m finding it all a little insulting right now, hearing you say shit about her.” He kept on squeezing, not really sure why he cared, just that it bothered him.
So far, from what he could tell, Claire was hard-working with a bad taste in men. He didn’t know of any other boyfriends.
“Where’s her money?” he asked.
“That was my money for putting up with her. She can get money any time.”
Gabriel pulled out his knife and slid it into the muscle of Tony’s thigh. The high-pitched scream echoed around the basement. No one other than himself and his men could hear him scream.
There were parties going on upstairs, people who were living their lives and wouldn’t have a clue what he was doing.
He pulled the blade out and for good measure, stabbed him again.
“My name is Gabriel Locke.”
The moment he said his name, Tony whimpered.
“I see you know me. Well, Claire is like family and I don’t take kindly to someone hurting them. You’re going to bring back all of Claire’s belongings, and her money. You’re going to have my men go with you so I know you won’t try anything stupid. Am I understood?”