Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Tasha screamed.
“Goddammit, you asshole! You scared the life out of me!” Tasha bellowed.
“Go. Now,” I ordered with deathly calm.
She listened to me, noticing that the tone of my voice was anything but happy to see her.
She backed up, and pulled forward down the street at normal speed.
“Stop,” I demanded.
She stopped, her eyes glancing down nervously at my gun.
“What are you doing here?” she asked carefully.
“I should ask you the same question,” I snapped.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“I’m here because Carly, one of my volleyball girls, called me, telling me that her sister brought her out here, and she can’t find anyone to come get her,” Tasha explained reluctantly.
I scrubbed one hand down my face; the effort to keep my eyes open now was getting on the verge of uncomfortable.
“Go down the road and park by my bike under the shadows of the stop sign,” I instructed. “Don’t move until I tell you to, and if I’m not back in fifteen minutes, just go home.”
She wanted to argue, I could tell.
But she was smart, and nodded her head instead.
I got out, and her car slowly crept away until she disappeared over the crest of a hill.
I walked back to the house, not surprised that Dante hadn’t stopped loading the car up.
He was here for his job, and he was getting the car, even if I wasn’t there to help.
Something I respected him for.
“Trouble?” I heard as I passed him in the shadows.
“Fuck yeah,” I mumbled, moving around the back again.
This time I heard shuffling in the kitchen, and looked up to see a young girl looking into the main room from the kitchen, fear and anxiety etched clearly on her face.
I tapped on the window, gaining her attention, and urged her outside.
She recognized me immediately.
I got that a lot, though.
My looks were hard to forget, I was told.
“Go around to the big tree on the side of the house and wait for me,” I commanded softly.
She nodded, fear clogging her throat. “My sister’s in there; she’s not bad, so please, don’t hurt her.”
I nodded. “I’m not here for your sister. I’m here for a boy. Name’s Arthur James.”
She nodded. “That’s my sister’s boyfriend.”
I grunted. “Go.”
She went. Smart girl.
The apprehension was laughably easy, seeing as the boy and the girl’s sister were in the process of fucking.
As were about fifteen other people in the room.
Arthur was easy to spot.
He still looked exactly like he did in his mug shot, with that stupid gauge in his ear that was probably ten centimeters in diameter and that platinum blonde hair that could be seen from a mile away.
He was pumping away into the girl, and I grabbed him up by way of my hand around his neck and yanked him backwards, causing him to scream in surprise.
I had him handcuffed and was shuffling him out of the house within twenty seconds.
Aside from the girl, the others didn’t even notice, and I wondered what type of drugs they were on that they didn’t care that someone was being apprehended ten feet away from them.
“Carly,” I called once I left the house.
Carly came around the corner with a look of horror on her face when she saw who I had in handcuffs. Then she quickly looked away from him as she took in his state of undress.
I hadn’t bothered to help him into his clothes.
It was cold out, and I had a feeling his wet dick would do him no favors out here.
Did I care?
Fuck no.
“Let’s go,” I said. “Your ride’s up the street.”
She nodded, following on the other side of me, seeing as Arthur was busy cursing her.
“Don’t worry,” I patted his head after one of Arthur’s more colorful curses. “He won’t hurt you. He’s going away for a couple of years.”
She nodded as we passed Dante finishing up; I nodded at him as I passed.
He gave me a weird look at seeing the girl, but let me do my job anyway.
Tasha spotted us after another few minutes of walking, and she looked at me with wide eyes before turning to Carly.
“Let’s go, honey,” she said.
Carly hurried in front of us and got into Tasha’s car.
And without another word, she left, not sparing me, nor Arthur, another glance.
“I’m going to kill her. Fuck her sister up, too,” Arthur snarled as he watched the car pass.
I laughed.
“You won’t have time. Your ass will be in the process of being fucked,” I told him.
And I wasn’t lying.
He’d fucked his girlfriend, a girl of only fifteen, and he’d been charged with statutory rape. Twice.
He’d be having a fun few years, because inmates didn’t take too kindly to those who committed a sex crime against a child, and the crimes you had committed wouldn’t stay secret for long in a place like Huntsville Penitentiary.
As it turned out, though, Tasha didn’t need to be threatened by Arthur the psycho. She was already on another psycho’s radar…I just didn’t know it yet.