Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She got to her car and knew they were getting close. She heard them, felt them, and then, as someone touched her arm, she let out a scream and couldn’t help but close her eyes.
“Nikki, Nikki, it’s me, it’s me.”
She opened her eyes, and sure enough, there in front of her was Hawk.
“Hawk?” she asked.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” he asked. “What’s the matter?”
She threw her arms around him, so pleased to see him. Her heart was threatening to explode out of her chest.
“How long have you been here?”
“Just a minute. I came to the salon, wanted to make sure you had gotten home safely. The shop was closed, and I knew you were afraid of the dark, and I wanted to check on you.” He frowned as he looked at her.
Nikki knew she must have looked like a lunatic.
He glanced around the parking lot.
“It’s fine. I think I am going insane with what happened to Diana. I thought I heard someone, and I was so sure someone was watching me. I don’t know.”
“Watching you?” Hawk asked.
“It’s stupid. That’s all. You know, that sixth sense you get when you’re about to be in danger. At least, I think that’s it. I don’t know.” She cringed. “It’s nothing, and I think I’m going a little crazy, because I thought I heard someone chasing me, and yet you’re here, so technically, I did.”
He smiled at her.
“I’m going insane,” she said. “Maybe it’s all this Halloween stuff.” She took a deep breath. “It’s fine. Of course it’s fine.” She released a light laugh. “Thank you.”
“I want to drive you home.”
“Hawk, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine. My car is here.”
“How about I follow you? My bike is back in front of the shop. You can drive me to the front, I’ll grab my bike and follow you.”
Nikki tilted her head to the side. She didn’t want to tell him she still had that horrible feeling someone was watching her. Her mind was playing tricks on her. There was no one there. It was all in her head and she needed to get her shit together.
“Sure. Do you want me to call ahead and let Mom know you’re coming?” she asked.
She saw how much Hawk enjoyed her mother’s cooking last night.
“She’s cooking again?”
“You know, I didn’t realize how much of a bad liar you are,” Nikki said. “You heard my mom say she had every intention of making chicken parmesan.”
“Did I? Huh, I don’t remember.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and climbed into the passenger side of the car. There was still that feeling. While Hawk climbed in beside her, she tried to look around the parking lot to see if there was anyone waiting for her. Was she supposed to die tonight?
Whatever it was, she trusted this feeling. It had gotten her out of a lot of problems growing up, especially where her mother was involved. She lost count of the number of times she made it home, only to stand outside a few feet away looking at her mother’s door, and knowing she shouldn’t go inside. She would later find out her mother had been visited by some bad guys, or she had a client, or something had happened.
She learned to trust her instincts, and right now, her instincts were telling her to stay the hell away from this parking lot. Someone was out there, and they had every intention of killing her. Who? She didn’t know. That was still a mystery to her.
It could be anyone.
Chapter Eighteen
Hawk didn’t want to wait for the lab results to come back from Diana’s autopsy. There was no choice as his guy had said there had been a delay. According to him, Diana had been dead before she was even moved, and there was apparently bruising to suggest it happened after death.
Whoever had killed Diana then had a difficult time carrying her dead body. Hawk glanced around the club, and he knew that ruled out every guy there. They were all capable of moving dead bodies. Diana had been a slender woman, but in death her weight would have been higher. Even still, his men could lift each other. They never left anyone behind. That was their rule, and being able to carry body weight was a necessary factor in the club.
He didn’t know if anyone in the club was even responsible for killing Diana. It was easy for him to rule out the men, but as he glanced across the bar, he couldn’t help but wonder about the women. Would they have killed Diana?
She was getting desperate in her search for a man. Did the women feel threatened? Did they want her gone? There were also some other people who might have wanted her dead, and that list could go on and on.
He ran fingers through his hair and glanced around, trying to figure out who would want to kill Diana. That woman had been a first-class bitch, but she had already been expelled from the club.