Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
As I walk around the corner, I stop dead. The guy we followed to the bar is standing in front of the reception desk with his hands on top of it and his body leaning over the counter.
“Can I help you?” I ask then sweep my eyes over my friend to make sure she’s okay.
“Like I was just telling your friend, you guys need to mind your business.”
“I need to mind my business?” I step toward him and poke my finger in his chest. “You made whatever it is you’re doing my business when you started dropping dead dogs off at my hospital.”
“I was trying to do the right thing, but I won’t be able to save your stupid asses again. They will kill you,” he says, and I take in his appearance. He looks younger than I first thought. He’s maybe twenty-one. His hair is covered with a baseball cap that is sheading on the brim. His eyes are a crystal blue that is almost startling, and you can see stress and exhaustion in his gaze.
“I know people who can help you,” I tell him gently, but his eyes change and he takes a step back. “They can help; I promise.”
“Just mind your fucking business,” he shouts then turns around and pushes so hard against the door that the glass cracks as it hits the outside of the building.
“I wonder what we’re missing,” I say aloud as I watch him pull out of the parking lot.
“I don’t know, but he seems scared,” Kayan says, and I see her eyes are still on the door.
“Yeah,” I agree, swallowing.
“Do you want me to call Wes or Z and tell them what just happened?” she asks, and I look at her and shake my head. I know the first thing Wes would do is track down the kid, and I don’t think that boy could handle anything else right now.
“No, if anything else happens, I’ll tell him,” I promise.
She eyes me doubtfully, but nods her head anyways. The rest of the day passes without much drama, and I’m even able to stop and have a quick lunch with Wes in my office. I avoid telling him about the kid, and manage to find out from him that the window at his shop was broken with a brick. He believes whoever did it was probably young and dumb, so he didn’t believe it had anything to do with me.
Chapter 8
“Who stopped by this morning?” Wes asks as he walks through the door to my house. I look at him then my front door and wonder how the hell he was able to get in. I’m pretty sure I locked the door when I came home.
“How did you get in?” I question, feeling my brows pull together.
“I have a key. Now tell me who stopped by the hospital this morning.”
“Um…pardon?” I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring the fact that he somehow found out the dog guy stopped by to warn me off, while zeroing in on the fact he just said he has a key to my house.
“You heard me; don’t play dumb.”
“Yeah, I heard you.” I lean forward and point at my front door. “You have a key to my house that I never gave to you.”
“That shit doesn’t matter. Now, tell me what the fuck you were thinking keeping that from me.”
“No, you tell me how you think it’s okay to take a key to my house that I never gave you.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He points a finger at me and a vein in his neck begins to pulse. “Answer my question before I take you into your room and spank your ass,” he roars, and I take a step back.
“Do not threaten me¸” I hiss.
“Do you know what can happen to you? Do you understand the guys this kid and his father are involved with drug women until they have no idea what their doing and put them on the street, only letting them quit when they are broken and can no longer make them money? Do you want to be one of those women? Do you think I want to come looking for you, only to find out you have been kidnapped and sold into prostitution?”
“Stop,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes and my bottom lip begins to tremble.
“Do you think your family will understand that it happened because you were so bullheaded?”
“Please stop,” I tell him, taking a seat on the couch. “I didn’t know, and he looked scared. I didn’t want you to go after him.”
“That is something you could’ve said when you talked to me about it,” he says quietly.
“He looked scared,” I repeat, lifting my eyes to meet his. “I don’t know what happened to him, but he looked terrified, and I could tell he didn’t want us to get hurt.”