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 saw the station up ahead and breathed easy again. “Gavin let go of the damn door, let me park, she’s not going anywhere.”
“I know that…I just…there’s something.”
“I know, because it’s her you can’t think straight but I’m here and so is Kev. We’re not going to let anything happen to your girl.”
His words had the effect he was after, they got me to calm the fuck down and get my shit together. If I go in there in this mood I just might make things more difficult. But I have a hard time with my woman being around others.
In my fucked up head I imagine her sitting in a room surrounded by men who were all more interested in ogling her than questioning her about her husband’s suicide. That’s how twisted she’s had me for the past two years.
Whenever anyone else looks at her it takes all my self-control not to rip their throat out with my bare teeth. I had to step aside because he got to her first and he barely escaped with his life.
This time I just might commit murder if anyone else tries to come between us. I can imagine there’s a line of men in this city who’d love to get their hands on her. They’re fucked.
I saw my lawyer Marcus exiting his vehicle as we pulled up. I’d warned him to drive around back so no one would see him coming here and put two and two together. He saw me at the same time and walked over as I got out of the car. “You care to tell me what this is about?”
“I already told you. Vance Moore’s widow is in there. I don’t know what they’re doing to her in there, but you’re here to represent her interests.” He gave me a bewildered look before I turned and walked away.
I had enough sense to enter through the back of the precinct instead of battling the fuckwad vultures out front. I didn’t have time to clean up the mess that would follow if I planted my foot in one of their asses, which is always a possibility.
The place was set up like one of those old school police stations you see in classic black and white films. A desk sergeant manned the front desk while just a bare wall separated the rest of the station house from view.
“Giselle Moore, where is she?”
“Who are you?” This fuck!
“Gavin Sorrento. Where?” He fell all over himself giving me directions at the drop of my name. I like that shit, saves me a lot of headaches.
I saw her as soon as I entered the room, sitting at one of the many desks in the open room with some cop. She was huddled in on herself as my lawyer who beat me by a few seconds whispered something to her as I refused the offer of help from the cop who approached me. “I’m here for someone.”
I didn’t see anyone else around so it’s a good bet she’d been here alone for the last hour or so. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to barge in there and drag her out. She doesn’t belong in this place.
She looked scared, scared and alone and it took everything in me to stay still. I stood back against the wall out of sight, watching her, reading her body language. I know her that well, stalker fuck that I am.
So it was easy for me to see the stress and nerves in her shaking legs and the hands she held tightly gripped in her lap. I ate her up with my eyes, only now realizing how fucking thirsty I’d been for the sight of her.
My heart literally ached in my chest and I had to rub my hand over it to settle it down again. How could I have ever believed that I could move on? That I could ever just stop wanting her?
I know now that I’d only been fooling myself, that there was no way I could exist in this world without her. I know now that had he not taken his life I would’ve found a way to get her away from him without bringing too much harm to her.
Had I done that shit none of this would be happening now and she wouldn’t be sitting there looking like the life was being drained out of her bit by bit. My mistake, it won’t happen again.
I clenched my fists suddenly pissed at myself for handling things in such a way that had brought about this mess. I’ve always known that he didn’t deserve her. Someone as sweet as her should never have been in the midst of that family.
I should’ve taken her away the first time I realized that I was in love with her. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to make things hard for her, didn’t want to turn her life upside down as I’m sure would’ve been the case.