Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He scowled. “Why are you always such a bitch?”
“Why are you always such a dumbass? You know where I work, what I drive, and where I live. Tracking me down should be a piece of cake. Or was I meant to be flattered that you’ve been looking for me and swoon at your feet in gratitude?”
Yep.
That look on his face told her everything she needed to know. That line had likely worked for him in the past. Until the poor girl he was with discovered what a rat bastard he was.
“Got a smart mouth for someone who’s just been pulled over by a cop.”
Her stomach tightened. Why did she do this? She knew that Vince had a dark streak in him. Hell, she’d had firsthand experience.
Which was something she never wanted to experience again.
“What do you want, Vince?” she asked, instead of saying what she really wanted to say.
And that was to tell him that he could take a flying leap off the nearest bridge. And that she’d gladly be the one to give him a push.
That thought actually brought a smile to her face.
“Your father wants to see you.”
And that wiped the smile right off her face.
Damn it.
“What? Is he using his cops as messenger boys now? Or is it just you?”
Before she could move, he’d reached in and grabbed her wrist. Hard.
She let out a surprised squeal of pain as he squeezed.
“Listen to me, you bitch. You might think you’re untouchable, but you’re not. If I take care of you, then your father might actually thank me. It’s not like he actually wants you in his life. Broken and pathetic. All you are in is a pain in his ass.”
“Let me go!” she demanded, reaching for his fingers and trying to pry them off her wrist. “Let me go right now!”
His words weren’t true. He was just being a dick, like usual. For all his faults, her father would never harm her.
She was a pain in his ass. But that was only because she didn’t jump at his every command. She had a brain and she liked to use it.
Unlike Vince, who didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. How he’d ever passed the police exams, she had no idea.
Probably cheated.
“Let me go or I will tell my father that you hurt me,” she threatened. Not that she’d do that, because she doubted her father would believe her.
“Like he cares.”
Fuck. Vince was going to break her wrist. Lifting her other hand, she slammed her palm against his nose.
He let out a cry, stepping back and letting go of her. But he recovered too quickly for her to get away. He opened the car door and reached in to grab her.
Only, the idiot forgot about her seatbelt as well as the fact that there were people driving and walking past on their way home from work.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” someone yelled.
“Fuck off! This has nothing to do with you,” Vince yelled as he leaned across to undo her seatbelt.
God, she was tempted to bite him, she really was. But she already regretted hitting him.
Maybe if he’d broken her wrist, then her father would have to take her complaints about him seriously.
Or he’d just think you did it to yourself to gain attention . . . wouldn’t be the first time he’d thought that.
She had no faith in her father anymore, which was a sad realization.
However, now she was in trouble, and it was probably best she didn’t get herself into a worse state.
“Get the fuck out!” Vince undid her seatbelt and grabbed her arm, dragging her out.
He yanked at her arm and she cried out in pain. He half-lifted her out and then slammed her against the car.
She stared at him in shock. He’d really lost it. He was heaving for breath and fumbling for his handcuffs.
Holy. Crap.
He wouldn’t.
“This is police brutality!” someone yelled out and she glanced over to see a little old lady walking an enormous Doberman holding up a phone. “I’m recording this.”
Vince glanced around, seeming to realize that he had an audience.
What an idiot.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m arresting a criminal,” Vince yelled back.
“What the hell did she do?” someone else asked.
She glanced over to see a younger guy staring at them, frowning.
“None of your business. Go on your way!” Vince ordered, his face growing red.
Another car pulled up behind Vince’s cruiser and she breathed out a sigh of relief as Reeves got out. The car was an expensive one. Only the best for Reeves, who dressed in Hugo Boss suits and three-hundred-dollar shoes.
Rumor had it that he came from money. She didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that he’d seemed like a decent guy the few times she’d met him.
“Something going on here?” he asked.