Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
I rushed into my bedroom and straight into the walk-in closet, dragging the first suit I came to off the hanger before pulling off my clothes and hurrying into it, as he gave me a rundown of what he had on the situation so far.
“Standby, I might need you tonight.” I hung up the phone and scrolled through contacts for my hotshot lawyer. I wanted him to meet me at the precinct just in case. I didn’t care if she already had a lawyer. None is better than mine. Asshole that he is. I’m surrounded by assholes; some good some I’d like to fuck off a cliff.
“I want you there in ten minutes. If she’s there alone any longer than that you can say goodbye to my business.” I have no idea where this fuck was at this particular time, but I had no doubt he’d be there. And knowing his greedy ass, probably sooner.
Then again, he knows me well enough to know that losing my fat retainer will be the least of his worries if something happens to her. “Don’t you think her in-laws would have…?”
“I don’t give a fuck. They’re his parents. I want her to have her own representation. Now stop annoying me and get your ass moving.” I hung up as I ran down the stairs, still not quite fully processing the news just yet.
While others might be wondering why her husband had offed himself my only interest was in her. What was she feeling right this minute? Was she scared? The thought made me mental.
I ordered my driver to take me to her once I got into the car and tried not to freak the fuck out at the thought of my baby caught up in the middle of this shit. Alone and scared. She had no one here, no one but me. That shit hurt me to the core, imagining what she must be going through.
My mind was already filled with her, the very lucrative business deal I’d been working on long forgotten. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her face, since I’ve allowed myself to be in the same air space, though we live in the same city and not too far away from each other at that. But it’s what I’d had to do to hold onto my sanity.
It was like severing an arm to walk away from her and not see her, but it’s what was best for her at the time. An affair no matter how enjoyable would’ve lessened her and that’s not something I could ever do.
So I’d walked away even though I knew deep down inside that I was better for her; that no one else could ever love her the way I do. But I’d done it for her because the woman I’d lost my heart to wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She wouldn’t have betrayed her vows, not even to be with the man she loves.
I’d wanted her free, had imagined it a thousand times, but not like this. Now the thought of her facing this shit alone makes me sick to my gut. If that asshole traumatized her with his shit I’ma head to the morgue and decapitate his ass. Dumb fuck.
If I’d known he was going to go there I would’ve saved her the hassle and taken him out myself a long time ago. At least that way no one would be dragging her ass in for questioning.
I wonder what had driven him to that extreme? Fuck up that he was there could be a million reasons for that shit, but the real surprise is that someone else hadn’t done it long before now.
I shifted in the backseat and looked out the window at nothing as that annoying feeling of wanting to climb out of my own skin assailed me. I hate feeling helpless which is exactly how I felt as the minutes rolled by.
I was doing everything in my power not to think about her alone and afraid in a police station only hours after her husband took his own life. If those fuckers cross the line I’m gonna own all their asses come morning.
With each passing second my worry just kept growing and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from telling him to drive faster when he was already doing more than the speed limit. The last thing I need is to get pulled over for speeding.
I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes for a few seconds to gather my thoughts and rein myself in. My heart felt sick, like it was going to stop beating any minute and I had to smile at the realization that staying away from her hadn’t changed shit.
It’s obvious that I’m still no closer to being rational when it comes to her, that her hold on me has only grown tighter the more I stayed away. She’s still the only thing that can take this usually cool and collected businessman out of his zone.