Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Chantelle looks to Saskia, and Saskia smiles weakly, “I told them, I had to. This is too dangerous now.”
Chantelle nods, and her eyes swing to mine. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask her, voice gravelly.
“You know why,” she whispers.
I tense my jaw, but I get it, and I fuckin’ hate that, because it shouldn’t be like this, but it is, and that fuckin’ sucks. She could have lost her life, because she felt like she had no one to turn to, and that’s a shitty ass feeling.
“Tell us exactly what happened,” Malakai asks, cutting it off.
Chantelle tells us, from start to finish, exactly what Enzo and his fucked-out girlfriend have done and said. It’s clear that they’re not messing around, judging by the state she’s in now. Which means Enzo is going to get a little fuckin’ visit from the club, because this shit will not fuckin’ fly.
We’ve had enough.
He’s fuckin’ done with.
“We’ll get on top of this,” I growl. “I fuckin’ promise you that.”
She nods, and Saskia sits next to her, putting an arm around her.
My phone starts ringing, and I glance down to see Penelope’s name flashing on the screen. I have to take it, she’s taking care of my sister which means that I need to be available at all times, in case something goes wrong. I stand and step out of the room a little, answering it.
“Penny, everything okay?”
“Boston,” she whispers. “He’s here. At your house. He’s going crazy.”
“Who?” I growl.
“Ashton. He’s threatening us. I think ... I think he has a gun,” she sobs. “Please help.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
This day couldn’t get any fuckin’ worse could it?
“On my way, you fuckin’ stay inside. I have a gun in my room, cupboard, drawer, find it and fuckin’ use it if you have to. Is Cassie okay?”
“We’re inside, but I’m scared. He’s losing his mind...”
“Be there soon. Hold tight.”
I hang up the phone and turn, rushing toward the door, but I stop when Malakai clears his throat. I turn, and everyone is looking at me. But it’s her, it’s her fuckin’ eyes that get me the hardest. She’s staring at me, almost desperately.
“Penny is in trouble,” I say, “I got to go.”
The flash of pure disappointment that crosses her face makes my feet almost stand glued to the ground. She thinks I’m picking Penny over her, again. But fuck. Fuck. What the hell am I meant to do? They’re in danger. I have to go.
“I have to go, they’re in trouble,” I say, my voice low.
Chantelle looks away.
And I turn and run out the door.
God fuckin’ dammit.
~*~*~*~
BOSTON
I park my truck outside the house on the road, and move quickly into the front gates, gun in my jeans, and see that fuckin’ pshyco of an ex standing at the door, pounding a fist on it, bellowing out to Penny, gun in one hand, flying around. He’s lost his fucking mind, that much is clear by the way he’s wavin’ that fuckin’ gun around. Probably high as a kite. I pull my gun out, and walk toward him, holding it out in front of me.
I’ll shoot the fucker.
Without fuckin’ hesitation.
“Get the fuck away from my front door,” I growl.
He spins around quickly, letting a shot off that flies past my head. I flinch, but I don’t lower the gun. One look in this man’s eyes, and I can see he’s fuckin’ out of it. He’s not right. Not fuckin’ even close.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barks.
“I’m the owner of this house. I’m the person you just pissed way the fuck off when you came here and started threatenin’ those girls in there.”
“This is none of your business,” he yells, jerking the gun in my direction. “I suggest you walk away.”
I grin at him. “You think I won’t put a bullet in your head? You sick mother fucker. I will gladly put you down. I’m in an especially good mood today.”
“She fuckin’ owes me money!”
I shake my head. “No, she owes you fuck all. I’ll give you a few minutes to get the fuck out of here, before I start shooting.”
“I’ll fuckin’ shoot,” he yells, eyes frantic and wide. “I’ll shoot you if you don’t leave now.”
“Not goin’ to happen.”
I can tell by the way his hands are shaking, he will absolutely shoot if it comes down to it, and that makes me uneasy. He’s not right in the head, and he’s certainly not stable.
“Penelope!” he roars, still looking at me, hand trembling as he holds the gun. “You get the fuck out here, or I’ll shoot him in the fucking face.”
“Back the fuck down,” I bark, stepping forward.
He waves the gun and screams, “Step closer, I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
Jesus.
Christ.
The front door opens, and Penny steps out, her hands up in front of her, trembling. She looks to me, and her eyes are scared.