Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Thankfully, she had those asshole brothers to keep the dicks at bay and a father that I’d love to destroy, but he kept my girl safe. I’m back to collect my woman, and I won’t be leaving without the other half of me. The longing has been unbearable, and I’ve been patient enough. Not a soul will stop me from claiming her. Lea will finally be mine.
She doesn’t pull up to the house when she should, and I’m curious as fuck. I call my men, and they say she never went to class this morning. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“We figured since it was her birthday that she was playing hooky.” Checking the driveway, I don’t see her car, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t in their garage. With the number of vehicles they possess, it’s possible she parked inside.
I storm up to the front door, losing my mind, unable to wait a moment longer. Pounding on the door, her father opens it. “Richards?”
“Where is Lea?” I ask without preamble, looking around them.
“She’s not here.”
“What the fuck do you mean she’s not here?” I roar, ready to beat the fuck out of her father. I’ve waited all these years to come home, ready to hand my queen the world and demand that she marry me like she promised, and she’s fucking gone.
“Calm the fuck down.” He wants me to calm down? Has he lost his mind? “We’re looking for her. She ran off in the middle of the night.”
“I thought you had your fucking guard dogs watching her like a hawk. If I’d known you were so damn incompetent…” I run my eyes past her gauntlet of brothers “…I would have kept better tabs on her.”
“Watch it, Richards,” the oldest snarls at me. I’ve hated Anderson for the longest motherfucking time, since the first time that prick told me to stay away from his sister to the time he dropped me on my ass.
“I’m doing a better job than you are,” I bite out, thinking about the tracking app I had the cell phone provider add to her phone that none of them were aware of.
“Really? Maybe this fucking caused her to run away.” He flips his fucking phone toward me, and I see a picture of Rachael with her arms thrown around me at the Met Gala. Fuck my life. I could punt that bitch in her twat. I swear to God, I’m angrier than I’ve ever been.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” I roar.
“No. Who the fuck is she?” I’m so tired of these pricks. They’re useless because they are of no help to me so they need to leave me alone because I’m this close to ending them.
“I thought you loved Lea so fucking much?” he barks out.
I stop in my tracks and take a deep breath. Then I whip around and give Anderson what he’s deserved for the past ten years. He falls on his ass, and I stare him down. “You don’t even fucking understand and never will. Your sister is every fucking thing to me. I’ve been waiting to do that. Don’t ever doubt my adoration for her ever again.”
I pointed to his phone. “Rachael’s nothing but a dumb bitch who is about to feel my full wrath and wish she wasn’t a fucking whore looking to score on every rich guy she meets. I never betrayed your sister. Excuse me. I have to find her before it’s too fucking late to make this right.” I turn on the app and locate her fast. I leave what would have been the reunion party, but the one gift I have for her stays in my pocket and will only leave when it’s time to slide it onto her slender finger.
I speed onto the highway, flying at record miles per hour to get to Iowa City. I’m guessing she’s going to go toward her mother’s family in Montana. She has a lot of family there, but her family has always been with me, and I’m making our home in New York.
We have a home that belongs just to us, and we’re going to have a dozen little babies to fill all the massive rooms. It takes all night for me to reach the shitbox of a motel that she’s at, but when I do, I find some fucking creep standing outside the door trying to get in the room.
“Can I fucking help you?” I get in his face.
This piece of shit puts on his big boy pants, but he’s messing with a man who has lost his sanity. “Yeah, you’re in my way, rich boy. I’ve got a date with a nice piece of lost ass.”
“The only piece you’ll be getting is a piece of you here and there,” I snarl, pulling out my forty-five and putting it to his fucking head. “Get the fuck out of here before I blow your brains out.”