Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
If nothing else, the guy’s a creep and belongs behind bars for that in and of itself.
“Wait. Cill, stop.”
He shoulders open the driver’s door, leaving the keys in the ignition which sound off in a beep, beep, beep as Cill steps out into the street.
I take in the gas station but I don’t see Duncan Tray anywhere.
“Cill, please stop,” I beg him, managing to get out even though my body’s numb.
He doesn’t even hesitate as he opens the trunk and I beg him not to.
“I know you’re upset. But please, Cill, don’t do this.”
His shoulders radiate angered power as he palms the tire iron.
“Cill, please …” I trail off as he closes the trunk with a thud. My vision spins and blurs with the fear of cops being called.
On the first swing, he shatters the driver’s side window of the other car.
It shatters and the glass sprays.
“Get in the car, Kat,” is all Cillian says before he swings for the back window. His rage has taken over his body.
Cill smashes one of the side mirrors, then the other. He’s raining dents down on the body of the car. One foot stomps down on the front bumper and it collapses into the street. The windshield is next. It takes the most effort.
Holy fucking shit.
My pulse is out of control and I can’t breathe.
The cops are going to come. They’re going to arrest Cill, and he won’t get another chance. He’s on probation.
“Cill, you have to stop.” I raise my voice to be heard over the sound of metal on metal. “Cill. Cillian. The cops are going to come.”
He breaks through the rest of the windshield, sending shattered glass flying onto the front seat. I run to his side before he can take another swing. He puts his fist through the broken glass instead. It cuts him. “Stop,” I beg him, screaming so loud the words feel as if they’re ripped up my throat. “You have to stop.”
Cill blinks down at me, his eyes flashing. “No.”
“Yes. They’re going to arrest you.”
I take a big step back, then another. I can’t breathe.
“I can’t lose you!” I tell him and my body trembles. Glancing across the street, eyes watch us. Fuck. I force my body to move. I can’t let them call the cops.
“Where the hell are you going?” He narrows his eyes. I turn around and check the street for traffic, then run across.
Cill follows me across, dropping the lug wrench with a loud clang. His face is red with anger but he’s not destroying the car anymore. Not that it matters. The damage is already done.
Just as I get to the glass door, Cill puts his hand on the door and tries to keep it shut. “You’re not going in there, Hellcat.” Rage still has its grip on him, making him a fucking lunatic.
“Yes I am,” I shoot back. I push his hand away.
He’s fucking crazy if he thinks we can just drive away and no one will tell. They know who he is and who I am. I have to fix this. I push all my weight against Cillian, screaming look what you did, and he seems to snap out of it, only slightly. Enough that I can rip the door open, a bell chiming far too sweetly for the moment.
I have to do something. I can’t let him go to jail again. I can’t.
The cashier’s eyes are wide as I rush up to the checkout. Cill’s presence isn’t helping anything. He stalks behind me, his hand bleeding. I put both hands on the countertop and swallow thickly.
“Listen to me. Please.” My voice is shaken. “I need you to do something for me. I know you have security cameras. I need you to delete the last few minutes of footage. The last ten minutes. That’s all I need.”
“I can’t do that.” Her head shakes as she looks from me to Cill with genuine fear.
“It’s right behind you,” I say as I point and then tell her, “The guy who owns that car hurt a woman in our club years ago. Please.” Hearing Cillian move behind me, I turn to see his hand run down the back of his head as he looks out of the doors.
When I look back at the cashier, a young woman, younger than me even with a high ponytail and wide eyes, I beg her, “Please.”
“I don’t want to get in trouble,” she whispers and Cillian’s tone of regret can be heard behind me, reality setting in.
“Please,” I repeat.
“He went to jail for me, and he can’t go back.” I suck in a breath, panic setting in. We need to get out of here before Duncan Tray gets here. It’s already been too long. Minutes have passed. Cops will be here soon. Fuck. Fuck.
She opens her mouth, and I just know she’s not going to do it.