Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I guess Lancelot thinks that’s why I called him over here. Good, he can keep Pop occupied while I make a quick run. Uncle Garrett had come through for me once again, but with the new restrictions at the hospital, I had a very slim window. I turned off my laptop and headed down to the gym to get her.
“Gianna, let’s go for a ride.” The three of them looked sus as hell, but she got up from the floor where they were having their little meeting and followed me from the room.
“Where’re you going? Can we come?”
“No!” I took Gianna’s hand and led her down the stairs and out the door to the waiting car.
“Are you still mad?”
“About what?” I strapped her in and walked around to the driver’s side. Am I mad? I’m not sure what I am? The knots in my gut were still trying to untie themselves. If I wasn’t preoccupied with trying to find out what was going on with Becky, I’d probably have spent the last few hours worrying.
“I’m guessing since Becky sent the cops to my place that she doesn’t know it was you who beat her up.”
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think that far ahead. I should’ve guessed that she’d think it was you. Though how could she? You’re much taller than I am.”
I didn’t bother to answer. I’m sure the twins had thought of it, but because they’re sure Pop would protect me, they didn’t see it as a problem. I wasn’t about to tell her that though, no need to give her any ideas. The more guilt she feels, the better. “Don’t you want her to know it was you?” She looked at me in shock.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“Sure, I’d love for her to know.”
“Good, I’m going to give you the chance.” I may not be happy with the way she went about things, but it’s already been done, so why stop now? We rode the rest of the way in silence until we pulled into the hospital parking lot.
I’d learned in the last hour that Becky had written my name on a piece of paper for the cops because her jaw had been wired shut. She wasn’t the one to call them either, but other guests at the motel had found her crawling on her hands and knees in the parking lot and called an ambulance. It was the hospital who’d called it in because a crime had been committed, and by law, they had to.
“Let’s go.” I didn’t warn her of the damage she’d done; she’d see soon enough. Hopefully, it will be enough for her bloodthirsty ass. My uncle had left instructions with the front desk, and we were ushered into her room minutes after we arrived and got suited up with goggles and gloves along with masks and gowns.
“Geez, Gianna, what the hell did you hit her with?” Becky was asleep when we walked in but stirred at my voice. She was wrecked. As soon as she recognized us, she started making noises and reached for the buzzer, but I got there first. “Not so fast; Gianna has something to say to you.”
More mumbling, but the hate in her eyes was plain to see when she looked at us.
“Hello Becky, how are you? You don’t look so good.” Becky grunted and tried to move when Gianna got close, but the pain proved to be too much for her. She was bandaged from head to toe; it looked like, almost mummified.
“Are you asking what I’m doing here? I’ll tell you. It was me who put you here. Call it even for all those trips down the stairs. Oh, I also wanted to tell you not to worry about Victoria, her dad came to get her. She should be in New York by now, right Gabriel?”
“I think so, yes.” Becky reached for the pen and paper next to her bed and wrote furiously.
“What did you do to my daughter?”
“Nothing yet. Though I plan to pay her a visit next time we’re in the city. I plan to do worst to her because I’ll have more time. Maybe I’ll poison her the way you did, mom. What do you think? It’s only fair, right. Becky tried sitting up, but Gianna pushed her back down. I’ve never seen her pissed before, not really.
Her face didn’t really give anything away, but the way she gritted her jaw and the look in her eyes told it all. I guess she was wishing she’d done more. “Maybe I should just finish you off now.” Becky’s eyes widened in fear, and she looked at me for help.
“Come here, Gianna.” Like hell, I’d let her walk down that path.
“I’m thirsty; I think I saw a vending machine downstairs; why don’t you get us both something to drink?” She gave me a suspicious look but left to do my bidding after one last vicious look in Becky’s direction. I waited for the door to close behind her before taking one of the visitor’s chairs and dragging it closer to the bed.