Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“No, fuck off,” she screams, and I hear movement. “Where are you, Zuko?”
I put the phone on speaker and step closer to Sarah, placing the phone on the counter. Then I reach into my pocket and pull out a pair of gloves, slowly slipping them on.
Her eyes watch my every move as I carry out each one in meticulous slow detail.
“Answer me!” Alaska growls.
“Don’t you come any closer,” Sarah warns.
“Who was that? Zuko, so help me, God, you better answer me. Why is there another woman with you?”
“She isn’t with me. I came to show her who not to fuck with.”
“Sarah,” Alaska says.
Sarah’s eyes flick to the phone but quickly come back to me. “Tell your deranged boyfriend to get out of my house, you whore.”
“Like the way you got out of mine?” Alaska yells.
“At least be a woman and handle it yourself. Don’t get your fucked-up boyfriend to do it for you,” Sarah screams, backing away as I stalk toward her.
“He isn’t my boyfriend, you silly cunt.” Alaska grunts, and I know she just hurt herself.
“What am I, then?” I ask Alaska but keep my eyes on Sarah.
“This is not the time, and you are nothing but an annoying man who tries to kill me when you fuck me.”
I smirk at her words.
“And I plan to burn your house down,” she adds.
“You and burning my house down. I would have thought you would be over that by now,” I say.
Sarah’s eyes keep flicking between the phone and me like she can’t believe what we’re saying.
“You need to leave,” Sarah demands. She goes to run, but I manage to grab her. She erupts in a scream, but I shove a rag in her mouth, effectively shutting her the fuck up.
“What’s going on?” Alaska asks frantically. “Do you have her?”
“Yes.” I hit the side of Sarah’s head, and she drops like a piece of shit to the floor. I reach for the zip ties in my back pocket and tie her hands behind her. Rolling her, so she’s facing upward, I go back to my phone. “Trouble, I have to go now.”
“No!” she yells. “Do not kill her!”
“Goodbye, Trouble.” I whistle out a sigh.
“Fuck yo—”
I hang up, effectively cutting off her scream.
TWENTY-SIX
Alaska
“I will kick you in the balls if you do not tell me where he is.” I glare at Kyson, who’s holding his hand out for his phone. I press call again, but Zuko doesn’t answer. Asshole. Of course he doesn’t answer. “I have a good aim,” I warn.
“Not happening.” He tries to take his phone again, but as I end the call, I check it and smile as I navigate to the Find My iPhone function. They wouldn’t have it on, surely? But then, just as I see Zuko’s name pop up and the street he is on, I know they do. I throw Kyson’s phone at him and head to the door, reaching for my keys as Kyson reaches me. I push past him and out the door.
“I will carry your ass back through that door. Don’t you fucking make me,” he threatens.
“How mad at you do you think he will get if he hears you hurt me?”
“You can’t track him. You only saw a street, so how will you narrow it down?” He smiles as if he’s got me.
“I’m not going there. I’m going somewhere else.”
I stroll to my car, and he follows. Kyson holds open the passenger door for me to get in, and as soon as the door is closed, I lock it and climb over to the other side, grunting as I hurt my stomach. I start the car as Kyson leans down to my window and shakes his head. He doesn’t have the spare keys on him—I saw them on the table when we walked out. He pats his pockets as if he realizes this as well and then bangs on my window.
Ha! Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
I press call from my phone to Zuko’s, but not from my private phone number, from Sage’s. He answers, and I hear noises in the background.
“You’re calling me,” he states.
“I had missed calls from you,” I say sweetly.
“I’m kind of busy. This isn’t the time for a call from you.”
“But I have something interesting to share with you.” I hear a thud before it gets quieter.
“And what is that?” he asks.
“I want to show you what I look like.”
“You do?” he asks, surprised. Then he adds, “Look, I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” My voice is way too sweet for how I’m feeling right now.
“I’m with someone else.”
“Oh, you are?” I say, disappointment evident in my tone. “In a relationship or just fucking?” I push for more details.
“Well…” He goes quiet for a few seconds, obviously thinking about what he wants to say next. “I want to strangle her half the time, fuck her most of the time, and make sure she is okay all of the time.” I can just imagine his hands running through his hair right now.