Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Do not fucking move,” I bite out, and he holds up his hands.
“I’m not going anywhere, man, but I’m telling you that I wanted no part of this.”
“Shut the fuck up, Fizz,” Derik hisses.
“Take the key out and toss it into the road,” I tell Fizz.
“Don’t do it, man,” the driver groans.
“Now,” I snap, and Fizz quickly reaches over to remove the keys from the ignition but starts shaking his head.
“He has to put it in park.”
“Do it,” I tell Derik, and he glares at me. I put weight on his arm, listening to him gasp in pain.
“Okay, okay!” He uses his free hand to put the truck in park, and Fizz reaches over, turns off the engine, then throws the key out through his still-open door.
With the truck shut down, I relax slightly, but I don’t let my guard down. For all I know, there could be another weapon in the cab. This time, a real one.
“Hands where we can see them.” Two officers—one male, one female—appear at the front of the truck with their guns drawn, and then they make their way to either side.
“Amanda is going to kill me,” Fizz whines. If he was telling the truth and wanted no part of what his friend had planned, I feel a little bad for the guy. Hopping down from the rail I’d been standing on, I put my hands up.
“In the back of my jeans, I have a gun that I removed from the driver. I’m pretty sure it’s fake, but I’m just letting you know,” I tell the female officer, and she motions for me to turn around. When I do, she removes the gun from the waistband of my jeans and does a quick pat down of my hips.
“Go stand over there while we get these two sorted,” she says when I turn back around to face her. With a nod, I walk to my truck, where Oli is standing, with her hands twisting in front of her and her eyes locked on me.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly, and she shakes her head before rushing me. Her body slams up against mine so hard it knocks me back a step, and I sigh, enclosing her within the circle of my arms. “It’s all right.”
“I thought he was going to shoot you,” she whispers, her body shaking from the adrenaline rush. It’s almost comical that facing off against a semi didn’t seem to faze her, but a gun being pointed at me has her shaking like a leaf.
“The gun wasn’t real.”
“Did you know that when you took it from him?”
I’m saved from having to answer when the female officer walks up to join us.
“Now that we’ve got those two sorted, do you want to explain exactly what happened?”
I look from her to the other policeman, who has both men sitting on the ground with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
With a shaky nod, Olivia lets me go but sticks close to my side as she tells the officer what happened. She explains that the driver showed up to deliver her things but told her that they wouldn’t drop anything off until she gave them two thousand dollars. When she refused, because she signed a contract with the moving company and had already paid in full, which included the taxes and delivery fee, they told her they were leaving. She panicked because they had her stuff and followed him outside. Then, when it was obvious they were actually going to take off, she attempted to block the truck so they couldn’t, which was when I pulled up.
“Do you have a copy of your contract?” I ask her gently, and her gaze comes to me.
“Yes, it’s on my computer.”
“Go get it, babe,” I tell her, and she nods before rushing toward the house.
“Is she going to be allowed to get her things off the truck tonight?” I ask Officer Gassett, and she looks at the semi, then the two men, one of them looking pissed and the other one freaked.
“I’m not sure. I need to speak with Officer Farlow,” she says, turning her attention to the SUV that pulls up and parks next to my truck. When I see it’s my cousin Cobi, who is a detective in town, I know he must have heard over the scanner that I called in, then came to see what was going on.
“Everything okay?” He walks up to join us with his badge attached to his hip.
“Liam’s little sister, Olivia, just moved in next door. The guys over there were supposed to drop off her things but tried to take off when she refused to pay them an extra two thousand dollars.”
“I’ve heard that’s a scam some of these delivery drivers are pulling.” He looks at Officer Gassett. “Have you called in Marshall?”