Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“One at a time,” he states.
“Yeah, not gonna happen, I need to be with her,” Ammo demands as the guy holds up his hands.
“Look, there’s barely enough room for us in there, much less three more.”
“I’m fine,” I breathe out as I put my hands on Ammo’s chest as he glares at the man.
“I’ll keep the door open, but one at a time.” The man pushes his glasses up, avoiding eye contact with Ammo, not that I blame him.
“You know what, I’ll go first.” Malcolm tries to step in, but I grab his shirt.
“Just stop, this is my stalker, not yours.” I sound crazy, and quite frankly, I’m hoping it’s the alcohol because it’s like I’m in a bad dream or something as I step into the mobile van. The forensic guy is right, there’s really no room. The massive amount of equipment barely makes it comfortable to move.
“Here.” The forensic man takes the book out of a plastic bag, and suddenly I’m cold as I look down at the book.
“You need to put these on.” He hands me rubber gloves as I just stare at it. And I can feel the acid burning its way up my throat as I read the title.
Rock Terror
My life living with rock royalty
By Olivia Todd
My eyes roam over to Ammo’s as he stands with one arm propped on the entrance.
“You okay?” His voice…it’s like a gravelly warm blanket that for some reason calms me as I nod.
“He cut your face out.” My voice sounds far away as I slowly open the book and my heart skips. Words are highlighted.
Bitch.
Cunt.
Terrified.
Hurt.
Those words repeat over and over as I flip through it, taking note of all the paragraphs that are highlighted in yellow.
“I thought he loved me. But it wasn’t until I saw first-hand him eating another woman’s pussy in front of me that I knew he would never love me.
He was a monster.
A man who could never be faithful to one woman, he looked at me like I was beneath him. As is if I was a prostitute and not a super model who made thousands of dollars a day because of how I looked.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip. Turning more pages, stopping on the famous penis chart as I feel my heart pounding in my temples.
He brought me so low that I would do anything to get his attention. Even humiliate myself by sleeping with or blowing his best friends. If you think I’m lying, here’s a chart on the Stuffed Muffins’ cock sizes, I start with Ammo and make my way down…
“Oh my God,” I hiss as I go to lift the book up.
“Please keep the evidence on the table.” The man with glasses looks at me, and I know that look, it’s what I saw after Johnny was finally caught.
Pity.
I slam the book shut, and straighten my shoulders. “Let me see the pictures.” My voice is strangely strong, even with my insides in turmoil.
He places the book back in the plastic bag as I wait for the photos, I’m purposely ignoring Ammo because if I look at him, I’m not really sure what I’ll do. Everything in that book might be lies, but she got the penis size right...
“Here you go.” He spreads out what looks like fifty, maybe more, pictures of me, and they are recent, sitting outside the studio laughing with Ammo.
Melanie and me, hugging, getting out of the SUV.
What the hell?
“How would he have gotten this one?” I demand, and suddenly Ammo is inside, as if he knows I might actually be ready to snap as we both stare down at me.
In my shower.
Opening the door.
Wrapping a towel around me.
None of them show me actually naked, but clearly whoever took them saw me.
“Motherfucker, he has a camera in her bedroom?” Ammo roars at the forensic guy, who holds up his hands.
“Calm down, our crew went through everything, even the vents. But yes, he had a camera, and must have clearly removed it today when he left the box.”
“I just…I don’t know,” I whisper as Malcolm barrels in.
“Sir, that’s enough, one at a time.” And for a second I worry that Ammo might punch him as I feel him clench his fists.
“Figure this shit out, Malcolm, I’m taking Courtney to my place.” His deep, gravelly voice is laced with venom as Malcolm steps out, letting us pass. The cool night air barely registers, or the fact that I can hear Malcolm firing off questions at the forensic team and I’m not even fazed.
“Let’s get some stuff, I don’t know how long it will take for Ace to get everything under control here.” His warm hand is at the base of my back as we enter the house again, ignoring all the crew who looks like they are packing up.