Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
She’s not that rich despite what her aunt may believe. One day she might be James Patterson, J.D. Robb, or Michael Connelly kind of rich with her crime novels, but for now she’s killing it and I’m proud of her even if she isn’t ready to share the truth.
“Yes, her books are bestsellers, and she makes tons of money. She doesn’t even share it, the stingy bitch.” She’s seething with jealousy.
“Enough. Don’t speak about my future wife like that. Besides, how did you learn about it?” I challenged.
“I found this?” She had a printed document with notes all over it. I quickly snatch it from her hands just as Vanessa comes from the room, fighting back tears.
“What’s wrong…” I’m over to her side in a second.
“You have…” She gasps as she looks at what I have in my hands.
“Here you go. Is this what you were afraid she’d ruin?”
“Yeah.” She clamps down her lips nervously. “Um…”
“Well, it doesn’t look like she ruined it,” I say, flipping through the pages before handing it over to Vanessa.
“You’re not upset that I didn’t tell you?”
“It’s been two days. It’s not like I told you I own property besides my home. I have investments that will secure us for life as well.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, so are you ready?” She nods and I see that she’s got a wheely suitcase behind her. Snatching it, I block the space between her aunt and her. “Let’s go.”
“Hey, what about my money?” The aunt challenges, lighting a cigarette.
“What money?”
“You owe me, and I won’t let you get away with this.”
“Listen, Ms. Gordon, the last person who threatened me, I didn’t take it seriously enough. Not happening again,” I warn her before walking Vanessa out of the apartment.
I make a call, requesting a drug and psyche eval on a potentially violent woman as we head out of the apartment building.
“I’m sorry about her.” I look at my woman and feel sorry that she has to go through this at all. It’s not her fault in the least. Still, I’ll make sure to keep my distance from her aunt.
“Don’t be. We can’t pick who we’re related to, but I’m just glad she got you to come back here. Now, let’s get you some food because I want you strong enough to ride my cock. We have a lot of makeup sex to have.”
“Ooh, makeup sex,” she cheers and rubs her hands together.
“What do you know about that, baby girl?” I growl as I open the door for her. I know I’ve only been the only one inside her tight pussy.
She grins from ear to ear. “The girls told me it would be good.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I growl, kissing her one more time before closing the door.
I don’t get two feet from the back of my SUV when her aunt comes running out with a fucking kitchen knife. I’m quick and drop her with a kick to the thigh sending her onto the ground the knife flails out of her hand. Thank fuck for that. Quickly, I get her hands behind her back with her face to the ground before she can bite or kick me.
“Jake,” Vanessa screams, jumping out of her seat.
“Baby girl, go in the glove compartment and type zero six twenty-two. Grab me some zip ties.”
She does, coming back a few seconds later and I get her aunt’s hands cuffed. When she attempts to kick me, I add them to her ankles.
“You couldn’t act right. Now you’re going to jail.” My anger has been amplified by a thousand. People think a bullet is deadly, but they have no idea what a knife can do to you. It’s easily a killer when it slices through organs. If she got to Vanessa, I’d show no mercy on this bitch.
We spend an hour dealing with the arrest and write-up before we can finally get the fuck out of there. “Jake, can’t we go back home? I’m not in the mood to eat.”
“If that’s what you want, but I’m hungry.” I stare right between Vanessa’s thighs. The need to know she’s alive and safe. Fuck, my soul hasn’t settled down. Rage, fear, and agony plague me right now. I need to feel her, touch her, taste her.
“Well, in that case… I guess I could feed you.” The shy look on her face is just for show because the lust isn’t hidden in those wicked blue eyes.
As soon as I have her through the door, I carry her to our room and devour her pussy like a feast before I slide my cock deep inside her tight pussy. We fuck wildly, forgetting all the other problems for the rest of the night.
Chapter Eleven
Law
A week later…
“Are you ready for your other ride, I promised you?” I ask, stepping into the bedroom as she finishes getting ready. My ribs have healed, and I’ve been back to work for a few days now. Jeff Motts still isn’t saying a word, but that’s fine because we have more than enough evidence enough to hang his ass, and even if he does get the death penalty, he might not make it that long in prison because he’s got a problem with a lot of the wrong people.