Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“What happens now?” I looked back and forth between the two of them, and it was Tyler who answered.
“Now we file these papers, give it a week or so for everything to be ironclad, then you’re free.” Free, he could have no idea what those words mean to me. I was so grateful to them, but there was someone else or a few others that I needed to give my thanks to, not just them.
“You have to let me meet your nieces; I have to thank them personally for doing all this.” I’ve never been more grateful for fans in my life. Never knew that anyone would go to such lengths to help a worthless piece of shit like me.
Worthless piece of shit; that’s what these two had been taking turns calling me each time they learned something new about the way I’d fucked my life up. “That’s not going to happen. They might agree to meet your girl, though; they’re hardcore fans of hers. If she takes your stupid ass back, you just might get the chance.”
“I thought the deal was that they liked our past relationship.”
“Yeah, but you fucked that up, so guess whose side they’re on. You’re not that dumb; don’t you know anything about little girls? No wonder that one got her hooks into you; you’re not the brightest bulb, are you.” Zak all but sneered at me.
How can someone insult you that smoothly? The way he spoke, you’d think he was giving me high praise. I wasn’t offended, though; in fact, nothing these guys have done has offended me because once I got to know them a little better, I realized that they weren’t that bad. They were, in fact, the kind of men I wished I could be. Now maybe I might still get that chance.
Soon, Elena, I’ll be making my way back to you real soon. “Look at him, another bitch-made jackass. Wipe that smile off your face, kid; you’re not in the clear yet; we still have to file these papers.”
He pulled up his phone and called downstairs to one of the men he had brought here as a chef. Like him and Zak, only an idiot would look at my new household staff and buy that lie. Even the women look like the military.
I’d stopped caring once I came to terms with the fact that they were here not just for me but for whatever Mary and the others were up to. Now, with that last post, I think I have a pretty good idea of what that might be, and all I can say is that I’m just glad that some part of me was still human enough, even under the influence, to never cross that line. I’d hate to be the one these guys were after.
“Why don’t you go write another song bitch-made? Keep yourself busy until D-day.”
“You know what, that’s not such a bad idea.” I’d seen Elena since my song broke, granted it was in the tabloids and online, and even without the nieces decoding my shit, there was no guessing whether or not she’d got the message. I know that pout of hers very well. She was pissed.
Not only was she pissed, but she also knew that I was ready for a fight, and when I got this way, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to keep me from having my way. It felt good to be butting heads with my girl again.
Chapter 38
*Elena*
Really Ryder? Really? Just how much of a raging lunatic are you trying to be? Just when I thought my life was getting back on track, you have to go pull a stunt like this. The first song was bad enough, especially when the internet’s new favorite denizen had deciphered the code, something I still don’t understand since the code was a secret between him and me, but this second song is going too far.
Thank heaven this MengeLiNi person hadn’t revealed the secrets in this one, or who knows what would happen. Then again, it’s only been a few hours since it dropped; they might be taking their time before dropping the bomb.
The first song was all about missing me and what we had together, but this one would put the Police’s every breath you take to shame. It was a stalker’s daydream if you ask me, and an outright threat. In short, this beast who had left me at the altar and moved on with his decrepit life was now threatening anyone I went out with on a date, as well as letting me know that he’d be coming for me.
That bit about my ghost wasn’t lost on me, seeing as how he was blatantly telling me that if he couldn’t have me, no one else could. In the past, when Ryder got on my nerves, I could just march over to his house and give him a piece of my mind behind closed doors.