Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“I guarantee he’s waiting for you guys in the parking lot. Already called in reinforcements. And probably has a roadblock set up to stop you and arrest her,” Tyson says. “You can take my car. Lake can come get me, and I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”
“Give me your keys.” I reach out my hand to my wife, and she digs in her clutch before tossing them at me even though my hand is right in front of her. She’s silently begging me to take my belt to her ass when we get out of here.
I bend down, pick up her keys off the floor, and hand them to Colton. “Drive her car.” Then I turn to Alex and give him mine. “Ride my bike. Keep them busy.”
“Meaning?” Alex questions for clarification.
“Slow them down. Speed them up. Anything to keep them off our asses so they don’t follow. I don’t care if you have to crash it or get arrested. I’ll pay your medical bills or bail you out.”
“Got it.” He nods and Colton just smiles.
I grab my wife’s hand, yank her from the seat, and leave the office, letting the door shut behind us.
We were able to slip into Tyson’s car and get out of there without any issues. Thirty minutes later, I’m pulling up to the motel. She gets out, slams the door, and enters room 111.
I exit much slower and check my phone to see if the guys had any problems, but I don’t have any texts or missed calls. It makes me even more nervous. Why didn’t he chase us?
This is exactly why I didn’t take us to her house or mine. I figured he might be waiting there for us.
I walk into the motel room to find her sitting on the bench. I stand in front of her, my ass resting on the dresser the TV sits on with my arms crossed over my chest. “Want to tell me what tonight was about?”
Her pretty green eyes glare up at me. “I find it hypocritical that you’re mad at me for hitting a bitch who wanted to fuck you, yet you stabbed a man who was going to touch me.”
I want to laugh at her logic but instead I explain the obvious. “One, I’m not going to fuck anyone but you. Two, he was going to arrest you. And three, I was referring to you going to Blackout tonight in the first place.”
She looks away. “I wanted a drink.”
“Bullshit,” I argue and she huffs. When she remains silent, I add, “Adam called me—”
She gives a rough laugh, getting to her heels. “I fucking knew it.”
“Eve—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She walks toward the door.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I bark, pushing off the dresser.
“The bar—”
I grab a hold of her upper arm and yank her back, cutting her off. “No, you’re not.”
“Let go of me,” she growls, trying to push me away.
I shove her onto the bed, and she tries to kick me, but I manage to push her leg out of the way, grab her arm, and flip her onto her stomach. I grasp both of her arms and pin them behind her back. “What the fuck is wrong?” I demand.
Adam told me, but I want her to open up to me. She has about other parts of her life, why not this? Did he mean something to her? He said that she didn’t remember, but maybe she lied to him. Maybe she thought it meant something to him and when he explained it didn’t, it hurt her.
She softens under my hold, but I don’t fall for it. Instead, I hold her in place. If I let go, she’ll try to hit or kick me. Worse, I haven’t checked to see if she’s carrying. She might have a gun strapped to her chest for all I know. I don’t want to get shot tonight.
I lean over her body. “Eve—”
She rises up and slams the back of her head into my face. I let go of her and stumble back as my vision is momentarily taken away from me. It doesn’t matter how lightly you get hit in the nose; it always makes your eyes water.
“Fuck,” I groan, cupping it to see if it’s bleeding.
The sound of the door slamming shut tells me she’s gone to the bar, because I’ve got Tyson’s car keys in my pocket. I guess she could hitchhike, but I’d put my money on her over any unlucky bastard who offers to give her a ride.
She’s still feeling emotions from the drugs that fucking bastard dropped on her thigh. I’ll have to fuck it out of her later. Tied up tightly with her cunt and ass stuffed should change her attitude quick.
I don’t follow her. Instead, I go to the bathroom and turn on the sink, grabbing a towel and getting it wet before holding it to my face. Glancing up, I remove it to look in the mirror, and I’m surprised that it’s not bleeding. She didn’t hit me as hard as she could have.