Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I stare at him and swallow. He's fucking right, but I did what I thought was best for her. I'm the one Joe wants. I thought she would be safer away from me, away from my lifestyle of fucking murder and crime. I was naive to think Joe would believe she was dead, and I fucking hate myself for it. The video Joe sent my father all those years ago creeps to mind, and I know what's going to happen to her. I feel physically sick, and in an instant, I've gone entirely weak. He fucking has her.
I wipe my hand over my brow and drag in a calming breath. I need to get fucking control of myself. I grab my gun from the desk and point at the phone. "Trace that fucking number!" I growl at Caleb as I walk out of the office.
I will fight for her.
I will find her.
And I will kill that bastard for even daring to fucking look at her.
Joe Campbell better run, because the devil is fucking coming for him.
"JP, I don't know what you want me to do," David argues.
"For the third damn time, I want you to fucking help me find her," I shout into the phone as I floor the accelerator.
"Look, I've got to go into the station. I'll think about it, and call you when I get off."
I hang up the phone, my fingers tightening around the leather steering wheel before I jerk it to the right. The tires squeal as the vehicle skids over several lanes to the exit ramp. There is a line of cars waiting at a red light. Laying on the horn, I drive off onto the shoulder to go around them. I swerve back into the lane, haphazardly weaving in and out of traffic. He's not going to fucking think about it. He's going to fucking help me right the fuck now!
My chest is so damn tight I’m unable to fucking breathe. I wipe my hand over my face, and can't help but notice I can still smell her on me. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. All I can think about is that this is my fault, and I can't handle that. I pound my fists over the steering wheel. "Fuck," I shout.
Moments after hanging up the phone, I pull into David's drive. He's closing the front door when I put my car into park and kick the door open. I calmly make my way up his sidewalk; my fist clenched at my sides. He's frozen on his stoop and staring at me. David's seen me angry countless times, but he's never been the one on the receiving end of it. I grab him by the arms and slam him against the brick. "I didn't ask you to fucking help me, did I? I fucking told you to!"
He glares at me, struggling to free himself from my grip. "JP," he laughs nervously, "I just..."
"Just nothing. I need you to find me every last piece of shit with any ties to Joe." I narrow my gaze as I inch my face toward his. "You've seen me angry, David, you know there are no limits to what I'll do. And I'm beyond fucking angry right now," I growl.
He nods and swallows. "Okay, just... just calm down, JP. I can get you the names."
"In three hours! I want the names in three hours, or I'll think you're trying to stand in my way. You don't want me to think that!"
"I'll get them to you."
My jaw ticks. "And you make sure you cover my ass. I can't go to jail until I get her. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah. Got it."
I loosen my grip on him and turn toward the drive. "If I go to jail, I'll kill you when I get out. And I will get out." I point at him and raise a brow. "I'm not fucking around, David."
By the time I get back to the house, David has already given me the first name I need. I don't have time to make a plan. Every second I waste will cost Tor something, and I'm fully aware of that.
I storm into the house. "Marney!" I shout. "Where the fuck are you?"
The door to the bathroom swings open and Marney stumbles out with a newspaper tucked beneath one arm and a cigarette smoked down to the filter between his lips. He pulls at his fly. "Can't a man take a shit in peace?"
"We gotta go."
"Where the hell are we going?" he asks, following me down the steps to the basement.
"To get Tor."
Footsteps come running down the stairs behind us. "Jude!" Caleb calls out, but I keep walking toward the weapons room. "Jude?"
"You gonna answer your brother?" Marney mumbles.
Gritting my teeth, I turn around to face Caleb. "What?" I bark.