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)
‘I haven’t heard them myself as yet, but my producer informs me that you won’t want to miss it.’ I was dumbfounded for much longer than I should have been, I admit, but when I got my voice back, all I could think to do was scream. I didn’t even know where we were, but I wanted out of the car; I couldn’t breathe.
“Stop the car, stop it; I want to get out.” Surprisingly they came to a stop almost immediately, and I hopped out of the SUV and into a melee of photographers and reporters with microphones.
“How…?” When I turned to climb back into the SUV, it was gone. I saw the back of it disappearing around the corner. Where the hell…? Why did they drop me off at Mary’s place, and what were all these reporters doing here?
“Is it true that you used black magic to win over Ryder Sumner Janie?” I was trapped, my back literally against the wall as they came at me in force. All I heard were those droning sounds from the hospital as my pulse started to race, and I felt as if I were going to black out.
The questions kept coming faster and faster, one after the other, until I wanted to plug my ears or tear them off. “Yes, yes, I did. I’ve been doing it since I was fourteen. I wanted him, and now I’ve got him. Now move out of the way, you old bitch. You’re just jealous that he would never want someone like you.”
“Is it true then that your husband is planning on leaving you and going back to his ex?”
“That will never happen. Ryder can never leave me. Even if the magic fails, there are always new ways. I’ll never let her have him.” What is that droning noise, and why is it following me around?
I realized the noise was coming from the phone in my hand but couldn’t remember what I was supposed to do with it.
I finally put it to my ear on impulse, or maybe some sane part of my mind took over because I was feeling anything but sane. ‘Hello Janie, remember me? Everything you’ve done has already been exposed. Ryder has seen it all, and now the world knows. Mary said you like little girls. She’s got pictures, lots and lots of pictures of you doing unmentionable things.’
‘It’s not true. It’s not true. It’s not me. It’s Mary. She’s the one who likes little girls. It’s her, not me. She sells them. She sells them all over the world to the highest bidder. I’ve got names, I’ve got times, I’ve got places, I’ve got everything. I…’
Wait, wait, what am I saying? All around me seemed suddenly silent and still.
The crowd of paparazzi and reporters were no longer pushing forward but standing in front of me with their mouths agape as if in a movie going in slow motion. ‘Gotcha!’
***
*Lyon*
“There was nothing in her phone that we could use, but the guys are doubling down on the house now. She had to have hidden the information there somewhere. She’s not too bright, so I don’t know why we can’t find it already.”
We were all sitting around after the one-hundredth time watching that girl fuck up her life in a most spectacular way.
My kid, that fuck, she told me I couldn’t kill anybody, but I count at least three bodies on her already. Sure as shit, she just set that girl up to die. We already know that this little crew here in L.A. has been dealing with some heavy hitters. Big names of men and women here and abroad.
People in high places, people who would do anything to keep their dirty little secrets hidden. And she’s just proclaimed to the world that she knew their names. The kid wasn’t saying much; he had his head down, looking ashamed and embarrassed. I would, too, if I was married to that fuck nut.
“You picked a real winner there, didn’t you, kid? Damn, how the fuck high were you anyway?” If he didn’t come back at me with a ‘fuck you’ or a pithy retort, then the work I had been putting in on him these last few days was in vain.
“I was high off my nut. I knew she was awful, but damn, I didn’t know she was this far gone.”
“Hitler’s youth would do that to you. She and her uncle Gabriel are cold for that one, though, damn.” I grinned at my boys, who were all looking nervous except for Mancini.
I’d warned, I warned them all that my kid was a whole other breed of fucked up, but they all, to a man, claimed she was just a baby. My phone rang on my hip with the first strains of The Dark Army by Rok Nardin. Mengele’s demented ass was calling.