Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Ronan and Ren trot after him as backup. Xavi pulls out his phone to make the call. I shake away my rage, no longer in protective mode, slipping into comforter. I need my woman. I need to promise her everything will be okay now.
She’s still staring blankly as Natasha and Sofina speak softly to her. When she sees me, she jolts from her trance.
“Joshua.” Her eyes well with tears, the first sign of her feelings turning back on.
“Come here, Little Red.”
I pull her to me and hug her tight, inhaling her sweet scent. She sobs against my chest, tears of relief soaking my shirt.
“I was so scared,” she whispers. “It’s him. It was him that night. I…I…” she shudders, “I didn’t know what to do.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re not alone, baby. I promised you I’d take care of you. That fucker’s biggest mistake was going after the woman I love. He may have succeeded in the past, but there will never be a future where he ever wins again.”
She relaxes in my hold. “Thank you.”
“You want to go home now?”
Her head tilts up, and she shakes it. “Let him win? Let him shove me into the shadows again?” She hardens her features. “I’m going down to that police station and tell them everything. I’m not afraid anymore. He belongs in hell, and I want to be the one to send him there.”
I stroke my fingers through her silky tresses and kiss her forehead. “There’s my Little Red Wolf.”
“I have fangs now,” she says, a wolfish gleam in her eyes.
“You had them all along. You’re just now figuring that out.”
I press a sweet kiss to her lips, then take my girl to war. I’ll stand by her side at the police station, and together, my wolf and I will take this pig down.
This is more than the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. This is a tale of a rapist pig hiding behind a badge and authority. We’re going to huff, we’re going to puff, and we’re going to put that motherfucker in prison.
The fucking end.
My girl gets a happily ever after because we write this story, and in this story, we win, goddammit.
Epilogue
Good does win over evil. Turns out, the police force hates corrupt cops more than the rest of us. Greg Sanders lost his badge, his family, and his freedom. Once news broke about what he was, other girls came forward. Fourteen of us united. Survivors. Warriors claiming justice—no, demanding it. And we got it. We won.
I think about the women who got hurt after me and struggle with the knowledge that if I would have gone to the cops, would have come clean, they may not have had to endure his corruption, his demons. But I can’t go back. I only look to the future now.
“We could sneak away for ten minutes. It hasn’t even started yet.” Joshua shrugs. He looks impeccable in his gray suit.
“You’re the best man. You can’t go astray.” I roll my eyes, trying to ignore him as he circles me, hungry. He’s dragged me into a side room next to the altar room.
“You look so damn beautiful, I can’t cope when you wear red,” he murmurs, inhaling the back of my neck and grinding his cock against my ass. I used to struggle with being approached or touched from behind, but I’m healing, trusting, and learning I’m safe. I won’t allow Greg to have that kind of power over me anymore. I own my body, my mind—not him.
“You’re a pest.” I toy with him, pushing my ass back, making him groan.
“If I don’t come in ten minutes, then we stop,” he bargains.
“What if I don’t come?” I pout.
“I’ll lick your pussy first. You’ll be coming no matter what.” He bites my earlobe. I turn in his arms and attack his mouth. Tongues duel and slash at each other, teeth clashing and nipping. His hands drag up the fabric of my red silk dress, gripping my bare ass beneath. “Damn, Red, you make me so fucking horny.”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Someone pounds at the door, making us startle and freeze. “Uh…it’s occupied in here,” Joshua calls out. I burrow my face in his chest, trying to hide my laughter.
“Let me in, you sex addicts,” Ronan growls through the wood panel.
“We’re not all married and past the fucking all the time phase like you,” Joshua teases, shifting me to steady my feet and lowering my dress. He checks that I’m completely decent before opening the door. A frowning Ronan stands there like a bouncer as Natasha rushes into the room. “I’m not married yet, asshole.”
“What’s wrong?” My eyes widen in horror when she goes to the other side of the room and begins wheeling out a stroller.
“My daughter does not need to be hearing this shit.” Ronan brushes past Joshua and collects a white baby monitor from the table. “And neither do we.” Horrified, I blush from ear to ear and cover my face with my hands.