Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
The window has been shut, but I have my ways to get inside. All I need is my credit card and a little swiping between the window sash and the frame, and voilà.
A grin spreads on my lips as I push open the window and slip inside through the gap.
Now that Officer Foley has gone on a little fool’s errand, I have all the time I need to sniff through his office again. I didn’t think he’d be so gullible to actually fall for my trap, but I guess he’s just too damn hungry for a lead. Lucky for me, because I know just how to play men like him to my advantage.
All I have to do is find any evidence that could lead back to Xavier and Orion, and erase it from existence.
I sneak around Foley’s office, but all the papers are missing from his desk this time. Maybe he locked them up somewhere. I kneel near his drawer to rummage through it, but of course it’s locked, so I take out my handy paperclip and shove it into the lock to pick it open.
CLICK!
I’m so hyper-focused on breaking into his desk that I barely notice the flickering light above me.
Or the fact that it suddenly turns off.
CLICK!
Right when the desk opens, the light flickers back on.
But when my eyes rise from the drawer to the gun aimed at my forehead, I pause.
Foley’s voice brings goose bumps to my skin. “Caught you.”
Holy shit.
I swiftly swat the gun to the side and pull out my knife, but he grabs my arm and knocks it out of my hand.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growls.
“You were supposed to be at the playground,” I hiss back.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
I pull out another knife with my other hand from between my titties and swipe it along his neck. He releases me as he leans back, barely avoiding being sliced, but I still manage to nick his chin.
“I don’t fall for cheap distractions,” he retorts, rubbing the blood off his chin.
“And here I was thinking you were easy to manipulate. I’m impressed.” I smile. Since he’s here anyway, might as well ask some questions. “What’s in that drawer?”
“Is that why you came here?” He raises his gun to my chest again. “Move away from the desk.”
I laugh in his face. “You really think you can shoot me?”
“I will if you don’t drop that and back down immediately.”
The moment his fingers pull at the trigger, I sidestep and slam the knife into the metal, knocking it out of his hand.
He pulls out a baton and swings away, and I grab a dumb miniature from his desk and use it to defend myself from his strikes. I jab him with my knife, but the second my knife connects with his shirt, he grabs my wrist with his other hand and twists it until I scream.
“I said, drop it,” he hisses.
“You have some nerve going up against a woman like that,” I retort, and I spit in his face.
He narrows his eyes. “Playing the lady card already?”
“I’ll show you how I fight like a lady.”
He shoves me back against the desk, so I knee him in the balls. “Oompf.”
He bends over, so I shove him aside.
Fuck this, I didn’t account for him being here, and I’m not staying one second longer.
Suddenly, he grabs my coat and stops me in my tracks, then wraps his arm around my throat to put me in a chokehold.
“Leaving so soon?” he growls.
I can’t fucking breathe with his arm around my neck, so I stomp him in the side. He’s relentless as he pushes me forward and slams me into the wall, knocking the remaining air right out of my lungs.
“And I thought we were finally getting acquainted with one another.”
I suck in some oxygen through my teeth. “Fuck. You.”
“You have a thing for men who can’t say no to you, don’t you?” he murmurs as he leans in, pressing himself up against me so I can’t escape.
“And you seem to have a thing for women you can’t control,” I hiss back, feeling his hard-on grow against my back. “Even now, you’ve got a hard-on.”
“I don’t take kindly to being stalked,” he whispers in my ear. “And you will pay for what you did, one way or another.”
One way or another? Is he threatening me?
I scratch at his arms until I slice off a piece of his skin with my nails alone, and he groans in pain and finally releases me. I swiftly pull a new knife out of my boot and thrust it at him, but he catches the blade with his bare fucking hand.
“Are you insane?” I growl, watching the blood ripple down his precious fucking hands.
“It takes insanity to best immorality.” He pushes it back so far I’m forced to lean sideways. Out of nowhere, he pulls out a pocket knife and swipes it at me.