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)
It was her daughters who had taken Elena away on that trip, the trip that had started this whole thing. Now that I was in my right mind, I knew that it was all lies. Either they believed it and shared it with me, or they made the whole thing up. Another thing I know, especially about that family, is that they are not to be trusted. Neither Mary nor her factory reset daughters. Fake ass twits.
It’s these thoughts and more that have had me pacing the last few days and not able to get my head on straight enough to write my rebuttal to little Miss. Thing, who thinks she’s grown enough to let me go with a song.
It was around midnight when I heard a noise outside that sounded out of place. There is any number of wild animals around here, and not a day goes by that I don’t see a family of deer roaming around in the front yard.
But this was different; this sounded like a human, and they were not welcome. I grabbed my nine and moved slowly towards the closest window, but it was already too late. Someone was already in the cabin. How the hell? I didn’t hear shit.
“Who are you?” I looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere. The thing that bothered me most about him was his seeming lack of fear of the gun I had pointed at him. At first glance, he looked and smelled like money. His face looked vaguely familiar, but I’m sure I had never met this person in the flesh before.
In fact, if I’d recognized him, I’d have pegged him for a Hollywood elite, but though his face looked a bit familiar, it wasn’t ringing a bell.
“The name is Saunders, Jace Saunders.” He walked past me like I wasn’t standing there with a gun locked and loaded and took a seat on the couch.
Who the frig is this guy? Oh wait, “Saunders; why does that name sound so familiar?”
“It should. My family has owned one of the most successful movie studios in the Wood since the early nineteen hundreds.”
“Oh, that’s right, you’re the heir. The one who got married straight out of high school. Didn’t you have twins or triplets or something like that?”
“Something like that.”
“How are the wife and kids? Didn’t you disappear or something? Went off to college?” Why am I having this conversation? Is this shit normal? Had I spent so much time being high that I’d forgotten how things are done among the masses?
How did this guy get here? I didn’t hear an engine or anything pull up outside, and why did he look as if he was dressed for the Oscars or some shit?
“My family is fine, thank you, but I’m not here to talk about me.”
“Oh yeah, why are you here? How did you find me?” Maybe he was lost or some shit. I don’t know much about his family other than their wealth and his dad’s no-nonsense approach to things that is bandied about in L.A., but I know he’s a long way from home, and he looks way out of place.
“Reggie.”
“Reggie? I don’t understand. Reggie sent you here?”
“Not exactly. He’s been digging, and it came to my dad’s attention.”
“I don’t understand. I don’t think I’ve ever met your dad in person. I’ve only seen him from afar at award shows and on the red carpet.”
“That’s not important right now either. I don’t have much time, so let’s get down to it, shall we? I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I want the truth; any hint of a lie and I’m out, and you can figure this shit out on your own. We clear?”
Who is this guy? And what kind of digging could Reggie have done that brought me to the attention of the head of the biggest Hollywood studio? I’ve never acted a day in my life, well, except for a few cameos here and there over the years, but nothing of the caliber that would draw Mr. Saunders’ interest. This Jace guy was studying me like he’d rather be anywhere else but here like I invited him.
“Aren’t you younger than me?”
“My age has nothing to do with anything. Now, did you sign any contracts in blood?” The fuck!
“Blood? Oh, right, you would know about that stuff coming from your family.”
“My family never got involved in that horrendous bullshit. Now answer the question.”
“No, I haven’t. It’s been offered, but….”
“Good, that’s good….”
“I have partaken in some questionable activities in the past, though.”
“Did you break any laws? Moral or otherwise.”
“No, not in the way that you think, just minor skirmishes from being stupid, doing usual kid stuff when I was younger, though I think some have been broken against me.”
“We’ll get to that as well. As long as you’ve never signed in blood, there might still be a chance.”