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)
With a final burst of strength, I rolled my hips to the left, and then swung my entire body to the left, dislodging the one on my feet, as well as the one on my upper body.
They both lost their grip.
They didn’t get far before they were trying to subdue me once again, but the momentary reprieve I’d been given was enough, and I fought like a rabid animal to get loose completely.
The moment my feet hit solid ground again, I pulled my gun out of my holster underneath my armpit, aimed at the first guy, and shot him in the chest.
The right side of his chest, not the left.
I was considerate, and don’t let anyone ever tell you different.
“Don’t fucking move!” I yelled at the other guy who’d rolled over and started to reach for his holster at his side.
The man froze and moved his hands up in the air, his eyes wide and alarmed.
“Yeah, you stupid fucker,” I growled in anger. “You should be scared.”
Reaching carefully down for my discarded phone on the concrete next to the bleeding man, I pulled it up, unlocked it with my thumbprint, and immediately dialed Ridley.
Except the moment Ridley answered, he growled, “Your fucking woman you asked me to keep an eye on is fucking crazy as shit!”
“I’m not crazy and I’m not stressed! And I’m not being overly dramatic!” Raven yelled. “Fuck you! I was just shot at! Again!”
My heart started to lurch at hearing the fear in Raven’s voice.
“Let me talk to him! God! Leave me alone!” Raven bellowed.
The sound of the phone being transferred from Ridley to someone else had my brows raising.
The girl had a way about her, that was for sure.
“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to come down here and take her somewhere,” the new holder of the phone, and one of Ridley’s fellow officers, said.
I heard a deep male voice that sounded like Ridley’s over the line, and then Raven yelling again.
“No! You want to know what’s dramatic?” I guessed she was waiting for some sort of reply, because the moment I heard Ridley’s rumble of ‘no, what?’ Raven said, “When an octopus gets overly-stressed, it eats itself. Now that is dramatic. I think me screaming and crying isn’t anywhere near as bad as it could get.”
I grinned, which seemed to set the man off that I was holding the gun on.
He moved, throwing his body toward mine, and in an instant, I’d discharged my service weapon for the second time in less than a minute.
“Sir,” the officer yelled.
All yelling from the opposite end of the line halted, and I stared with detached fascination as the man’s lifeless body crumpled to the floor at my feet, nearly on top of the other fallen man’s body.
“I’ll need a Justice of the Peace as well as a few cars at my location,” I informed him. “I’m two blocks south of…”
***
“What the fuck, man?” Ridley asked. “You told me I only had to watch her. You didn’t say a goddamn thing about her getting shot at. They shot my new cruiser! Do you know how long it took the county to fucking get me this one back?”
I looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“I’m not being a bitch!” Ridley yelled, waving his arms for emphasis.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Raven muttered darkly.
Ridley’s eyes narrowed, and he took a threatening step towards her.
“What did I tell you about talking?” Ridley snapped.
“That I have an annoying voice, and you want me to shut up so you can think?” Raven offered.
My mouth dropped open.
“What? Are you PMSing or something?” I asked him. “What’s your malfunction?”
“My malfunction is that I missed an important meeting with the fucking mayor of three cities because I was busy being shot at!”
I blinked.
“That’s it?” I asked.
Ridley sneered at me.
“This is about your wife, isn’t it?” I tried.
Ridley’s body became wired.
“What’d you do to her?” I teased him. “Forget to mow the lawn? Got home late?”
Ridley sighed.
“Forgot to pick up my dry cleaning, and now I have to wear these shitty pants that are too small,” he grumbled.
I would not laugh. I would not laugh.
“Are those stretchy?” Raven asked, leaning down to inspect Ridley’s pants.
Ridley stepped back, but the damage was already done.
“Take her somewhere. Bring her back tomorrow to get her statement taken,” he ordered.
Grimacing to myself, I nodded my confirmation, then watched as Ridley left.
My eyes were drawn to his pants, though, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were indeed stretchy.
The two men’s blood decorating the concrete was being washed away as I walked Raven to my truck.
My breath, however, stalled in my chest the moment we got to the passenger side door.
My mood, already not in the best of places, deteriorated when I got my first good look at my truck and saw the bullet holes in the door.