Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"The Garage off of Douglas Dam Road," he says, handing over some paperwork.
Zayne looks down at it for a brief second before using his free hand to accept the documents. It's the only time he takes his eyes off the guy, and I know he only does it because he's well aware that I have his back. Our goal may be to infiltrate this group, but it won't be at the expense of our own lives.
The guy takes a step back, a weird smirk on his face as if he's won some game we didn't even realize we were playing.
"Noon," he says, and then he turns and walks away as if he wasn't seconds from being six feet in the dirt.
He acts like having a gun pointed at his face is an everyday occurrence, and the fact that he may die tonight is just a part of the life he has chosen to lead.
Zayne continues to stand in the doorway, waiting for the guy to get into his truck. Only after hearing the man's truck drive off do I lower my gun.
Zayne closes the front door, using one hand to snap the lock into place before pressing his forehead to the wood with a sigh of relief.
"Not the best fucking way to get woken up," he mutters.
"Seriously," I respond, my skin alive from the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
"It looks like they're going to be the type of group that wants to keep us on our toes," Zayne says as he takes a step back from the door, only to go to the window and pull back the curtain to double-check that the guy hasn't turned back around.
"What did he give you?" I ask when he doesn't offer to explain.
Zayne looks down at the papers, confusion drawing a deep crease in his brow.
"Looks like a lot of the same shit I picked up at the rally," he says, turning on the living room light before sitting on the sofa. He drops the pamphlets on the table and begins sifting through them.
"Think there's a hint at something different?" I ask as he starts to comb through them individually.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You never know with these types of people."
I take a seat in the recliner and wait for him to sift through it all to decide. I could easily leave him to it, but I know there's no way I'll be able to go back to sleep. I'm not exactly a paranoid type of person, despite that being one of the key characteristics of the person I'm pretending to be right now, but getting woken up the way I was will make it impossible to go back to sleep anytime soon.
"I don't see anything different from the ones I got earlier, but I also don't know if this is their way of saying they have interests in these different groups," he mutters, tossing the last one on the pile in frustration.
"I can't believe they're organized enough to get shit printed to hand out," I say, placing my gun on the table before leaning back in the recliner.
I press my palms to my eyes, the threat of a headache building.
"This is going to take forever," I complain.
"We got a meeting," Zayne says. "That's what we needed."
"I'm surprised he wasn't armed," I say, dropping my palms and looking at my partner.
"There were two men across the street with assault rifles pointed at me. They were standing under the street light. They wanted me to know they were there," he says. "It's why my gun was at my side and not pointed at his forehead."
"Shit," I whisper.
"I think the one on the doorstep was the only one who could see you, though. The angle was off for the other two to see you."
"I knew these types of people were dangerous, but that's a little eye-opening."
"You can never drop your guard around them," he warns. "They're more than a little unpredictable at all times, but add in the drugs and risk of jail, and they're all like ticking time bombs. They'd sell their sister out to avoid prison time."
I nod my head in understanding.
"Gonna try and get some sleep," I mutter as I stand from the recliner, stretching my arms over my head.
It's not that I did it on purpose to draw his attention, but I might pause with my arms suspended over my head for a second longer than necessary.
His eyes rake down my chest, pausing on my abdomen before he stands and walks closer.
I drop my arms, stiffening because I have a million ideas swarming in my head about the things we could be doing, but I know that's not some shit we need to get involved in right now, or at any point really.
His eyes are soft when he steps within a foot of me.