Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
He didn’t seem to be paying me no mind and I wasn’t about to leave here without my pound of flesh. That third or fourth gin and tonic was now kicking in and I was feeling no pain. I took aim again and let my finger on the trigger do the talking.
The second one went through the door. Shit, door, there’s a back door. I made my way around the side of the house to the back where I was just in time to catch them trying to make a run for it. I didn’t aim over their heads. What would be the point? I was sure no one would blame me for winging them, and besides, my gramps’ the town judge, he’d get me off.
“Ouch, she shot me.” They scrambled back inside after I nailed her ass. She was still talking so it was maybe just a flesh wound; more’s the pity. “If you don’t come on out of there, I’m gonna get me that nice can of gasoline that daddy insist I carry around in my trunk and light this place up like the fourth of July.”
“Cami, you calm down out there now, don’t you do anything stupid you hear.”
“Did you just call me stupid?” I shot through the broken window. Damn that gin and tonic was a real fire starter. How many of those things did I have anyway? Didn’t matter, I was feeling no pain.
There was a lot of screaming and griping from the bitch on the other side of the door but I didn’t feel any compassion for her. She shoulda known better than to ride another woman’s dick, now she can take what the hell she got. As for Joel, I know just how to deal with his cheating ass, and no I didn’t feel any way about what he had coming.
I shot off a few more rounds but the two cowards weren’t budging so I did as promised, I kept my word. The bright red plastic container with the black nozzle was right where I’d left it, all I needed was some matches and I was in business.
Chapter 2
GRANT
“Grant you’ve got to help me out.”
“What is it Brady? You sound…off.” I would be too if I had to deal with the wedding of the century, but I didn’t say anything to my old friend. He’d probably chew my ear off if I said anything anyway. No one got away with anything when it came to his precious little girl.
“Cami’s cheese fell off her cracker again.” What the hell is new? The girl is a damn nuisance. I’m surprised she hasn’t been carted off to the loony bin before now, as much shit as she gets up to. “What did she do now?” I rolled my eyes in the safety of my home, which was about the only place it was safe to do so in this situation in this town. I seem to be the only one in the seven years that I’d been living here, to have seen the true colors of one Camille Sutherland.
She’s a spoilt little rich…grrr, who thinks she can have her way in everything. From the age of sixteen until now, I haven’t seen much difference in her and won’t hold my breath. “That asshole Joel cheated on her with that new librarian. She only found out today and her friend Mary-Joe just called to say she’s gone after them. I’m not home, I got stuck down in San Anton, and her mama went on a last minute buying trip before the wedding. Heaven help me, if somebody don’t get down there quick there’s going to be trouble.”
“What do you mean went after them? Is she armed?”
“You know she is, I always make sure she rides around with her shotgun, the world being what it is.” Something inside me went cold and hard, what if the little fool got hurt? “I’ll go after her Brady not to worry.” I hung up the phone and headed for my truck without a second thought.
I had a general idea of where the librarian lived, what was her name again, Sandra? I think that’s it. It might be faster on my horse to cut through the pasture and all, but I wasn’t about to take my stallion in the middle of some shit that I didn’t know whether it was dangerous or not. Of course when you think about the fact that I was about to put my own self in the middle of it, that didn’t make any sense but what the hell. It was my choice the horse didn’t have one.
And why was I putting myself in the middle of this shit anyway? I could lie and tell myself that I was doing it for my good friend Brady, but there’s never really any use in lying to yourself. I wasn’t about to second- guess myself, not now anyway. I had to go get this pain in the ass out of her latest fix.