Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The man at his side wasn’t even trying to hide it.
He wanted me to know that I had an ally on the inside.
His fingers flashed at his side. Fist. Two fingers. One finger. Fist. Fist.
I moved my gaze back to Fry and nodded.
His hand flashed again, and I clenched my fist.
He wanted to meet tonight at 2100. Nine O’clock.
I didn’t worry about where. I knew he’d find me.
“I’ll need to search the property to find my man,” Fry continued, not knowing that something pivotal had just happened. “Don’t make me get a warrant.”
“You’re getting a warrant to search,” I told him bluntly. “I know how your kind operates.”
Fry’s face darkened.
I smiled.
“Fine,” he said, crossing his arms. “We’ll get our warrant.”
Yeah, he would. He’d be back.
There’d be no sign of his agent here, though, when he returned with said search warrant.
Chapter 15
I have a pretty big ass, so when I half-ass something, you’re still getting something fairly impressive.
-E-card
Raven
“Raven!” Wolf yelled the moment I heard him cross the threshold of his office.
I popped my head out from around the filing cabinet, a thick stack of files in my arms, and stared at him.
“Yeah?” I asked warily, before going back to the filing and trying for all I was worth to act like I wasn’t affected by his nearness.
“I need a file on…,” he pursed his lips. “Never mind. I’m going to have to call Travis.”
He disappeared around the corner, not saying a damn word about the state of the office.
Hell.
Even Griffin had said something.
Immediately.
Twenty minutes ago when Griffin had walked into the office, he took a short pause to look around, nodded his head, and then said, “Good job.”
It hadn’t been much, but I’d known it was a lot for him.
Wolf, however, had been the man sleeping with me.
And I say ‘had’ intentionally.
I fully intended not to sleep with him again, but I had a feeling if Wolf made any sort of move on me within the next couple of hours, I’d take him inside of me again without hesitation.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t still mad at him.
“Gotta go,” Wolf said. “You want me to get anything from your apartment?”
I shook my head.
I had everything from my old apartment.
“No,” I said softly. “Thank you, though.”
He started forward until his face was only inches away from mine.
“If you change your mind, text me,” he ordered. “Don’t leave by yourself, and try to get the files on top of my desk done before you leave. Leave the bottom one.”
Then he was gone, leaving me alone. Again.
“I’m not a fucking charity case,” I mumbled as I watched Wolf walk away. “I’m so sick and tired of depending on people to take care of me.”
I muttered that statement to Wolf’s back as he walked hastily to his truck, not looking back to see if I followed his orders or not.
Walking over to Wolf’s desk, I picked up all the files that were on his desk but the last one, filed them, and then walked back to the file I’d left there. Marky Mark followed me and curled up at my feet.
It looked innocuous from the outside.
It was on the inside that really chapped my ass, though.
I pulled the file that was labeled as ‘brunette- 28’ into my hands and stared at it with disgust.
My whole life was in that folder.
Everything there was to know about me was right there, including the last few months of my life.
The address of Hail Auto Recovery.
A receipt for my fucking dog, along with his picture, that dispelled any hope that I had that Wolf wasn’t behind my ‘finding’ Marky Mark in my yard that day.
Then there was the last known address that put me above the garage of Hail Auto Recovery.
Seeing me had been no accident on Wolf’s part. It had all been intentional.
Every last single bit of it.
The amount of money Wolf has spent over the last week taking care of me stared at me in mocking disappointment.
I’d found the folder yesterday during my filing.
I was lucky I happened to read it.
I hadn’t read any of the other files.
This one, though, had been thick and large.
Although it’d intrigued me, sitting on the corner of Wolf’s desk at the very bottom of a stack of files, I’d intended to put it back into the filing cabinet like I’d done all the rest.
Then I’d bumped the desk with my hip and the file had started to lean over the edge.
A single paper had fallen out, and it had been intriguing enough for me to break my rules and open the folder.
But it was what I’d seen inside that had really floored me.
The first paper had been a picture of Marky Mark.
The second had been all my life’s work, starting at when I’d gotten my first job at sixteen, and finishing at my current job at Hail Auto Recovery.