Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Like the fridge, the lights and the AC.
Small things, such as the security system, weren’t hooked up to it.
Something that only a professional would know.
My generator was hard to miss.
It stuck out like a sore thumb right to the side of the front of my house.
I got asked all the time by people that didn’t know me what it was, and I always told them that’s where I put my trashcans.
Although half right, it wasn’t solely for that purpose.
“We were at Target tonight and someone pushed Annie, made her fall and hit the rack of clothes in front of her,” I told him. “When I went to see the camera feed to see what exactly happened, they couldn’t tell me because their security system had been turned off for a total of eight minutes, during which time, Annie took her fall.”
Wolf slowly turned to look at me.
“Convenient.”
I nodded.
It was.
Too convenient.
“I think it’s time to call my old man. See what his boys can find,” I said. “I’ve tried to do it myself, but this guy has the connections required to hide himself, and I think he’s finally decided to stop playing with me and do some real harm.”
And it was time for me to hire someone to watch over Annie and, I guess, Jennifer.
I didn’t think Jennifer would be a target, mostly because she was the reason this had all started.
But I was proved wrong tonight, and had she been alone, I was sure I would be staring at an empty house right now instead of one that contained a pissed off Jennifer.
“That may be the best idea right now,” Wolf said.
“What’s your father going to do that you can’t?” Annie questioned softly from behind me.
I turned to her, seeing that she was holding a hand full of bags.
“My father has bodyguards that are very loyal to him and the Konn name,” I said. “And if he tells them to, which I know he will once he realizes that there’s a baby coming, they’ll watch over y’all until she has the baby so I can put my full attention into finding this son of a bitch.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re going to stick me with Jennifer?”
She sounded so appalled at the idea that I laughed.
“It’ll be for just a few days, a week tops,” I tried.
She narrowed her eyes.
“I’d rather be stuck in prison with half my leg chewed off by rats or even share the jail cell with a large woman named Bertha who has a crush on me,” she said stubbornly.
“There is another option,” I said.
She lit up at the possibility.
“Anything. Absolutely anything.”
I grinned.
“I’ll remember you said that.”
Chapter 20
There’s want, and then there’s need. Two very different emotions. One is a short-lived desire, and the other is a permanent passion. You’re the latter on both counts. Forever and always.
-Text from Mig to Annie
Annie
He can’t protect you forever. I proved that today. I could’ve shot you, and he would’ve gotten back in time to watch you bleed to death.
I read the note for a second time, then a third, as I tried to control my pounding heart.
I wasn’t dead.
He hadn’t killed me.
Mig had been there.
Had scared him off.
I was okay!
I shoved the note back into my purse when I heard Mig’s steps on the front walk.
He’d gone to check in with Jennifer since we’d be leaving soon.
And I assumed he was letting her know so she didn’t worry, or whatever, since we were leaving before her.
Needless to say, Jennifer and I would never be friends
I resented her too much.
I hated the way she treated Mig.
Hated the way she whined about her pitiful life.
Hated how she pulled the pregnancy card to get exactly what she wanted.
And to be honest, these two weeks that were almost over couldn’t end fast enough.
“Hey,” I said to Mig once he opened the door. “How’d she take it?”
Mig grimaced. “Bad. She doesn’t like Alison.”
I laughed.
Alison was one of the easiest people in the world to get along with.
“And I’m going to have Casten bring her up. She won’t be staying with you or my mom, but she’ll be in the guest house with her own maid. It’ll be like she’s not even there,” he said.
He’d told me of this possibility, and I was fine with it.
I didn’t want Jennifer too far away from Mig.
I knew that their baby would be born at any second, and I didn’t want Mig to miss a thing.
“Alright then, I’m ready when you are,” I said, holding my bag out to him.
He took it.
“Can Casten bring that one up with him when he comes?” He asked.
I nodded. “Make sure he doesn’t forget Katy. She’d be mad at you.”
Katy looked up at me from her perch on the couch.
Katy was like a cat in a lot of ways.
She didn’t like anybody but me, and she only tolerated Mig.