Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Just give him time.”
Time for what?
“Time isn’t something I have much of,” I say, looking down to my hands.
Zelda doesn’t ask why, and I suspect she knows a lot of what I’m not telling her already. She squeezes my shoulder again and sighs. “Time isn’t something any of us really have.”
It isn’t. I look down at my lap.
“Rage was right, you do feel something for him.” Zelda says, watching my expression. “I can’t blame you. I was always attracted to the complicated ones myself. My Barney being the most complicated of them all.”
My eyes snap to hers.
“I know everything, dear,” she says with a sweet smile. “Let me tell you this one thing.” She leans in close and gently tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear, cupping my cheek. “Never ever underestimate a woman, especially yourself. We are in charge despite what anyone might say or think. You have more control over your life than you give yourself credit or blame for. Also, Smoke seems to think he don’t feel things like a normal person. That he was born without a conscience or a heart but he’s wrong.”
“He is?”
She nods. “He is. It’s not that he doesn’t feel anything, it’s that he feels everything. And for a man capable of such atrocities it’s hard for him to justify it any other way.”
It hits me. I’ve been blaming Smoke for ripping me away and holding me hostage, but really, none of this is his fault. It’s mine. I’m the one who stole the money from Griff and set the wheels in motion. I’m the one who embarked on some sort of deep web crusade to save the world without fully appreciating the consequences of my actions.
Zelda and The Warden make me think of all I had in the world before I was brought here, and it wasn’t much. A sort-of friendship with Duke. A one-sided love-hate thing with neighbor’s meddling cat.
Smoke isn’t the problem at all, I realize.
He’s the consequence.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Griff is close to finding Frank. Soon, revenge will be mine. I’m in shock that Griff got a hit on Frank. I was beginning to believe Frankie when she said her old man wouldn’t materialize no matter what we threatened him with.
But it was hard to focus on revenge after that shit-storm on the couch and the text from Griff. I find myself needing a release like a snake bite victim needs anti-venom. I’m dying, or I’m already dead, because visions of Frankie gyrating her hot pussy up and down my lap are all I can see. Even hard physical labor of replacing Zelda’s fence posts didn’t tire me out enough to stop my imagination from running wild with what could’ve happened. What I’d wanted to happen.
What Frankie wanted to happen.
After taking Frankie back from Zelda’s, I spend half of the night in the same bed with her trying to pretend this thing between us isn’t a thing. It’s better that way. I promised I’d deliver her to Griff. That was the deal. I can’t go back on my word when Griff was the one who gave me the Frank Helburn lead to begin with.
Frankie’s asleep. Her warm body just inches from mine. The covers slip, and I’m staring at a perfect pink nipple on a made-for-my-mouth pale creamy tit.
I’m rock fucking hard. I salivate, imagining my tongue lapping against her nipple. Sucking it. Making her moan as it peaks in my mouth. Imagining her wet and ready for me to take her any fucking way I goddamned please.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I’m a grown fucking man, and I’m drooling.
I have needs. I’m a man. That’s all this shit is.
I slip out of bed and make sure the cuff tethering her to the bed is tight. I leave the house, get on my bike, and head over to a local dive bar. Within minutes, I find a busty and willing redhead who I take back to the house.
I bring the redhead into the living room, but I leave the door to the bedroom open. I tell myself it’s because I want to make sure I can keep an eye on Frankie as she sleeps, but as the redhead unzips my fly, I realize it’s because I want to keep my eyes on her. As my cock enters the stranger’s mouth, it feels all wrong. I try to close my eyes, but all I see is Frankie.
I open them again, and all I see now is bright red lips and dark blue eyeshadow bobbing up and down on my dick. I feel myself softening. I look at the ceiling and thread my fingers through the redhead’s hair, impaling her on my cock. She makes a choking sound followed by a moan, and I lift my hips to fuck her mouth, but I can’t reach the release that’s so close. I just need…