Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“So, who’s got the balls to jack me?” I ask.
“We’re still looking into it.”
“Can’t imagine it’s any of the pussy street gangs we ran out of town years ago.”
“It’s possible a couple of them grew some balls.”
“Doubtful. I think we made our point about coming into our territory more than clear.”
“Some people are stupid and need repeat lessons.”
It’s possible, sure. But something is telling me this isn’t one of those times. Something in the back of my mind is telling me this is different. We made it more than clear that we don’t tolerate outsiders trying to poach business in our area, and for a long while, there has been peace out on the streets. I don’t see one of my former rivals breaking that peace by doing something so reckless and stupid.
“What are you thinking?” Marco asks.
“I’m thinking this isn’t one of the idiots we ran out of town.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I don’t think this is them.”
“All right. Enlighten me then.”
“It’s Rico and Dawson.”
Marco pulls a face. “No way.”
The more I think about it, the more it feels right. And the surer I am. I nod. “Yeah. This is them.”
“They don’t have the balls.”
“Like you said, stupid people do stupid things.”
Marco sits back and seems to ponder it for a moment. “Okay, so what are we going to do about it? We obviously can’t let this stand.”
“No. We can’t,” I respond, leaning forward, my eyes narrowing and jaw clenched. “Find them. Find them and bring them to me.”
10
TABITHA
Tyson surprised me by showing up at school again, wanting to take me to dinner. I didn’t have anything going on, so I agreed. I have struggled with whatever this is between us—still struggling with it, actually. There’s part of me that knows this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be getting myself mixed up with a man I know to be a criminal.
There is just something about him that won’t let me walk away. Something about him that’s got me hooked and won’t let me go. I’ve never met anybody like him. I’ve never had somebody capture my imagination the way he has. Despite knowing what he is and what he does, I feel like I’m being held in some sort of thrall. The more I try to push him away, the more I find that I’m unable to.
We seem to have found a happy medium between us. We enjoy our time together and enjoy each other and avoid talking about what he does for a living. I know it’s not sustainable. Sooner or later, the reality of the situation is going to descend, and I’ll be forced to make some difficult decisions. That day isn’t today. For now, I’m just going to enjoy what we have and let the future sort itself out as it comes.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I offer him a small smile. “Nothing really.”
Tyson’s expression tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about but decides against pressing me to talk about it. Perhaps he, too, just wants to enjoy the moment rather than focusing on an uncertain, murky future. Thunder rumbles overhead, and the rain crashes down on the roof of the car like a waterfall. It’s loud. Almost deafening. Some might find the noise harsh or grating, but the rain has always calmed me. I’ve always found it to be a soothing, even sultry sound.
We’re sitting in the parking lot back at school. After dinner, he drove me back to campus to get my car. At that time of night, the lot is virtually empty. It’s a ghost town. It’s kind of eerie. I turn to Tyson and see him looking back at me with that gleam of desire in his eyes that puts a quiver not just in my belly but between my thighs.
“I don’t need to even ask what you’re thinking,” I say.
“Probably not.”
With a giggle, I climb into the back set of his Escalade, then crook my finger at him. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
“In the car? You are a dirty little girl.”
“What can I say? You bring out a whole different side of me.”
“I’m glad.”
He climbs over the console with a hearty chuckle, and when he’s seated, I leap into his lap, straddling him, and slip my arms around his neck.
“Is this weird?” I ask.
“It’s fucking hot.”
He slides his hand onto the back of my neck and pulls me forward. Our mouths crash together, and he forces his tongue into my mouth, his kiss so hard and passionate, it takes my breath away. His tongue lashes mine, and I feel him growing hard beneath me. I grind myself against his thickening cock, my pussy growing hot and wet, and kiss him just as ferociously.
“We probably don’t have much time until security comes by,” I say breathlessly.
“Then we better be quick,” he replies.