Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Pointing the bat a centimeter away from his face, she suddenly looked eerily calm. Sal didn’t like that look, not one bit.
“As much as I’d love to add a murder charge onto my ongoing record, I think I’ll take your advice and let the Boogieman take care of that for me.”
That was the last time he planned to give her any ideas.
Only brave enough to approach when the bat was gone from his face and she was in her car, he tried opening the driver’s side door she had just disappeared into. His hand flew off the handle in a rush after she had already locked the doors. With the car starting and being put in Reverse, he hit her driver’s side window, begging while trying to be careful not to bust the glass on her. “Don’t do this, Valerie! We can talk this out!”
He went for the keys in his pocket; his last resort was to follow her in his car, but his hand reached the end of the material and came up empty. “Fuckity fuck!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, knowing Valerie must’ve swiped the keys off him during her tirade.
Far enough down the street away from him, she finally rolled down her window to give him the bird. “That’s right, motherfucker!”
Losing his own temper, Sal held up two of his own fingers, flicking off the back of her car, hoping she’d catch it in her rearview mirror.
Her honking the horn of her Scion XB over and over again as she went down the street told him that she had gotten the message.
He contemplated pulling his gun out to shoot out one of the tires on her ugly-ass car but decided against it when he caught sight of his neighbor across the street with her mouth dropped open in stupor while holding her baby on her hip.
Sal politely waved over at her. “Hey, Katie. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
With nowhere to go in the city that she was forcibly contained to, as she was currently only out on bail, she needed help. And there was only one person who could rationally calm, let alone give her any sane advice with how she should move forward, and she hadn’t been able to contact him due to her situation.
After going to a party one of her coworkers had thrown when she first got hired, it had not only been her first party experience but also the last. She was already regretting heading in that direction, but it was the only place she knew to go.
Making a right on the next street, she adjusted her rearview mirror just to be sure he wasn’t following her. She did technically have his keys in her pocket, but a girl had to be certain.
Positive she couldn’t possibly be followed, Valerie turned into the neighborhood, hoping her memory was correct. When she spotted the vomit-green door, she pulled into the driveway, still not able to forget the first time she had seen the hideous color.
Valerie adored color, but when men tried to do absolutely anything with color, they always picked the worst fucking shades. Heaven forbid they ever asked a woman’s opinion before they did anything. It was actually her biggest gripe with Apple.
Hey, Apple, have you ever actually seen the color pink?
Turning her car off, she exited it and walked right up to the door, knocking loudly. She thought she might’ve gotten unlucky and that he wasn’t home, when the door flung open.
“Valerie?”
“Hey, Lyle.” She wasted no time letting herself in. “I need you to get in contact with someone for me.”
“Wait a second.” Lyle still had his headset on and Xbox controller in his hand, clearly taken off guard. “I thought you were in prison?”
“No, not yet. I’m out on bail at the moment,” she clarified, trying to get this going. “So, can you help me out or not?”
“Okay, sure,” he finally agreed with the shake of his head. “How can I help?”
“Where’s your gaming PC?”
Scratching the back of his head, he tried to laugh it off. “I don’t have one at the moment. I just have an Xbox.”
What a noob. Rolling her eyes in disgust, she held out her hand out for the Xbox controller, finding it sticky.
Ew.
She looked around at this bachelor pad; it was totally different than the bachelor pad Sal had. Dammit, maybe he wasn’t only the best of the bunch by made men standards, but men in general.
Valerie sat down on his couch in front of his TV, planning to burn the clothes she was wearing later. Moving the controller sticks with her thumbs, she quickly wrote Justice a message through Xbox, telling him it was urgent and to contact her on this account ASAP. Hoping it would make it to Justice’s PC account, she hit Send.