Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
So, Elena, after she knew as much as I did, went from worry and fear to anger and determination. She’d learned about this much later than I had but seemed to come up with many ideas as she paced the room. I watched her walk back and forth for a good half hour before she stopped suddenly and turned fierce eyes on me.
“Wait a minute. How does your ex know about this?” I think for a minute there; she thought that I had shared something with Janie that I hadn’t with her until I told her the truth and watched the color drain from her face.
“She knew? That horrible bitch, what is wrong with her?” That was so unlike her that it threw me for a second, then I broke out into laughter because she looked like she wanted to kill someone with her tiny ass.
***
*Janie*
If only I could be a fly on the wall. The euphoria I felt was almost enough to make up for not being there when that smarmy bitch got my message. Let’s see how happy you two will be now. I bet the concert will be called off because if I know one thing, that bitch loves to pretend she gives a damn about humanity. Nosy bitch.
I felt much better, somewhat, after setting off that bomb in their blooming relationship. Ryder will have a time explaining that shit, that’s for sure. Maybe she’ll turn on him, turn him in. That reminds me; I have so much more where that came from. If only I could get into the house in L.A. where I hid my stash.
No one has to know that I’ve known all along and did nothing. I can come up with a scenario that leaves me completely out of it. I can pretend I just found out. Yes, let it all blow up in their faces. And Mary’s kids, once it’s revealed that their mother was part of it, the backlash will be beautiful.
But wait, didn’t I say something about this before? I couldn’t quite remember where or when and to whom I had said it. That gave me a bit of pause, which didn’t last long because I wasn’t the one trafficking kids. I had no part in it.
Now, I was doubly appreciative of the fact that Ryder liked to keep me out of his business dealings. No one would ever blame me for any of it. I scratched my arms as they started to feel as if something was crawling under my skin.
One of my nails flew off and I watched it as it landed on the floor across the room in amazement. What the hell was that? I looked down at my fingers and saw blood and almost freaked. There was so much blood. My arms were almost shredded from where I’d dug into them. I don’t remember doing that.
But the feeling of bugs crawling around in there made me keep up the scratching, which was doing nothing to help. I didn’t feel the pain, so it couldn’t be that bad. And besides, I wasn’t about to let anything take away from the joy I felt at this moment.
I’d sent Elena just enough information about the trafficking that has been going on at Ryder’s concerts for years to make it seem like he was part of it. Now, I’ll just wait for the fallout. I was already scrolling through my phone, impatient to see what, if anything, had happened so far, when my door opened, and Jessica, or whatever the hell her name was, walked in.
“Hey, give me back my phone.”
“No, can do. I was ordered to take it away from you, and you know me, I love following orders. Didn’t you once order me to give you my notebook? Which you then tore the pages out of?”
“Ordered by who?”
“Who do you think? She says thanks, by the way.”
“Thanks for what?” She shrugged her shoulders.
“I have no idea; she just said to thank you for what you did.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your arm is bleeding; you should go take care of that.”
***
*Lyon*
“Daddy!”
“What is it?” Oh, fuck she’s smiling. Her brothers, Kat’s latest spawn, were sitting on my lap, one on each leg, sucking away at their bottles like the pigs they were. Kat’s sneaky ass is making me pay for being gone too long by leaving me with them every chance she gets while she prances her ass down to the beach with the rest of her gaggle.
The men around here are fuckwits. They let their women guilt trip them into doing shit, but that’s not me. I’m gonna have to have another talking session with her ass tonight get her back on track. Her ass hasn’t been lit up in a while. Damn, Colton, what the fuck are you thinking about with your kids in the room?