Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Together we walked out the door, and I walked to Flint’s cruiser instead of my truck.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Apparently someone snuck around the back of Carmichael’s house and attacked Raleigh outside. Just as the officers outside were approaching, Carmichael came out of the door like a battering ram.”
It took us all of a minute and a half to get back to the house.
When we arrived, it was to find Carmichael on the ground with the man’s face locked between her thighs.
“Ma’am!” I heard one of the officers call as we ran up.
I didn’t feel the pain from my gunshot wound as I came to a sudden, abrupt halt.
Because there, before our eyes, was Carmichael. And she was squeezing the absolute hell out of Alfie’s head with her thighs and punching him in the face to boot.
I wondered if she even realized she was doing it.
“…Alfie!” I heard Camryn say.
That’s when the man stopped struggling.
Finally, Carmichael let go.
But not because there were now four cops, her brother, who was also a cop, and me surrounding her. Instead, it was because the man on the ground that’d attacked her friend was well and truly passed the hell out.
She stood up and backed straight into me.
“Ummm,” I heard someone say. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Did anyone happen to video that?”
“I did!” I heard a voice say from the porch.
I looked over to see Raleigh leaning through the railing that surrounded Carmichael’s porch. She had her phone out from between the railing slats, and she waved through another set. “Everyone say hi!”
Carmichael covered her face with her hands and then went a step further by turning her face into my chest.
“Raleigh!” I bellowed. “What the fuck happened to your nose? Are you okay?” I found myself asking.
She stood up and gestured to her bleeding nose.
“It’ll stop,” she assured me. “It’s always like this. You do remember that Ezra dropped a box of condoms on my face and got the same results. Seriously, it doesn’t take much.”
It didn’t.
Sadly, my sister was the most accident-prone person I’d ever met.
She’d had multiple broken bones in her life. Stitches. Scrapes. Bruises. You name it, my sister had it.
“You might want to change, then,” I suggested. “Carmichael probably has something you can change into. Ezra will likely hear about this and be right over.”
Speaking of her husband, I heard an engine roar from a block away, and knew that was likely him.
She hurried inside without a backward glance, leaving Camryn staring on from the porch, and the rest of us standing around the unconscious man.
“What happened?” one of the latecomer cops asked.
“This dumbass came up from beside the house, attacked her, and then they struggled. Carmichael came out of the house like she was on speed and tackled him right over the porch railing. They hit with her on top, then they struggled. Eventually she won the struggle and got him into that headlock where she proceeded to squeeze the holy hell out of him,” another cop added in.
“I remember her doing that to a watermelon last year. It was all over Facebook. He’s lucky that that didn’t happen,” someone else added.
Ezra’s truck pulled up just as Alfie started to come to life on the ground.
“His prints were confirmed,” Flint said as he walked over to a groaning Alfie and flipped him over onto his front. Seconds later he had him cuffed using one of the officer’s set of cuffs.
“Sit up, motherfucker,” Flint ordered.
Alfie did, swaying slightly.
His eyes focused on the two of us, and he narrowed them dangerously.
“You won’t get near them,” Flint promised. “The gig is up. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing here and why you’re shooting men in the street, and breaking into women’s houses.”
Alfie’s lips tightened into a firm line, making it obvious that he wasn’t going to talk.
“You know,” Ezra said as he walked up. “If I didn’t know better, I would think that you have a death wish.” Alfie’s face blanched. “I told you when you ran into my wife at the cafeteria and then harangued her about Carmichael’s dating status. I told you to leave her the fuck alone. I also told you that you wouldn’t like it if I had to tell you a second time.”
“Ummm,” Raleigh said as she came out onto the porch in a white t-shirt that looked to be mine. “I might add that he didn’t actually leave me alone then either. He’s been really annoying lately about me setting him up on a date with Carmichael.”
“We’re together,” Carmichael said as she pointed at me. “You knew that.”
“Actually,” Camryn added her two cents from the porch. “Nobody’s really seen you since all of it happened. The only people that know that you’re seeing him are us. You’ve been out since then.”
Carmichael scrunched up her nose. “You’re right.”