Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Dazzle, that son of a bitch.
I stiffened and looked around the room.
“I’ll be there in ten,” I groaned. “Don’t, uhh, go in there just yet? I’ll take care of it.”
I didn’t want to embarrass her after all.
Me, on the other hand? I’d be embarrassed as fuck.
But shit.
Was this really happening?
“What’s going on?” Lynn asked from the head of the table.
“My sister decided that she wanted to try sex out with her boyfriend,” I grumbled. “And they’re breaking noise ordinances. I have to go break this up before they’re fined, or kicked out, or something. I want them to stay where they’re at because she really loves it there.”
Lynn’s lips twitched. “Have fun with that. We’re finishing up here anyway.”
This morning we’d watched ol’ Sadler ‘turn himself in’ and get arrested.
It would’ve been the highlight of my morning, watching him limp in there, practically dragging his feet.
But then I remembered how I’d started my morning out, and then that was definitely put at a solid number two. Feeling my woman in my arms again was definitely the highlight.
“I’ll be back as soon as I take care of this,” I said. “I have a few places that I think we can look for Ignacia.”
Lynn gave a thumbs up. “We’ll break for lunch. Want us to grab you something?”
After giving him my order, I slipped out the door, readjusted the cut on my back that felt like it was melting my back off, and headed for my bike.
When Laric fell into step beside me, I gave him a nod.
“Thought you might like some company,” he grumbled, his eyes scanning the parking lot.
“You want to make sure that I don’t kill him, don’t you?” I asked.
Laric’s lips twitched up at the corner. “You’re useful to have around. If you go back, then your girl will cry, and I don’t like it when girls cry.”
I rolled my eyes and mounted my bike at the same time he mounted his.
He started his up before me, and I followed suit.
When we arrived at my sister’s place, it wasn’t a surprise to find the apartment manager outside waiting for me.
She handed me a key.
“I’m not sure if you have one or not.” She winced. “Let us know if we can be of any assistance.”
I gritted my teeth and took the steps two at a time.
Laric followed at a slower, more sedate pace.
Using my key, I entered the apartment I’d only been to a handful of times and came to a complete stop as soon as I entered the room.
“What the fuck are you doing in my sister’s apartment?” I growled, fingers clenching into fists at my sides. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
This was a gated community. It was supposed to be super safe.
Obviously not safe enough if it was letting the riff-raff in.
“They were busy fumbling around trying to do it.” Ignacia shrugged as she looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re not who I told to meet me here. I guess that means that I can shoot you.”
I looked at the gun that was pointed at my chest and wondered what in the absolute holy hell I would do.
I hadn’t expected to walk in on this.
I’d honestly expected to see my sister and her soon-to-be-dead boyfriend going at it. I’d prepared myself for that.
I hadn’t prepared myself for Ignacia with her gun pointed straight at my chest.
I couldn’t even reach for my sidearm without her noticing.
Luckily, Laric had come with me.
And he was likely listening to everything from right outside the door.
He…
The bedroom door opened, and Dazzle came walking out, his eyes excited and his body tense.
He hadn’t been expecting people, but upon seeing me, his face went light with excitement. “Hi, Trick! How are you?”
I’d be better if I hadn’t heard that you were sexing up my sister, and that Ignacia wasn’t now holding me at gunpoint.
Before I could answer, his eyes swung to the movement of Ignacia turning her head toward Dazzle.
“Gun!” Dazzle marched out of the room with his dick swinging.
I wished I could’ve closed my eyes.
Ignacia turned to point the gun at Dazzle, but Dazzle moved with surprising swiftness and slammed his meaty fist right into her jaw.
Ignacia went down like a stack of Jenga blocks when you pulled the wrong one.
“Oops.” He looked at his fist. “I forgot I wasn’t supposed to hit girls.”
I would’ve laughed had this situation been at all remotely funny.
“Dazzle! Come back!” my sister called.
I picked Ignacia’s arm up and dragged her out of my sister’s apartment.
Before, I’d been ready to deal with that.
Now, not so much.
I dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, her foot hitting the ground outside with a solid thump before I heard, “Oh, shit.”
I turned to find my woman limping up from the opposite side of the apartment complex hallway from me.