Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Ladies,” Hannibal sighed. “Can we not?”
I closed my mouth and crossed my arms over my chest.
I felt sticky.
And I really didn’t want to be here listening to this disgusting stuff pertaining to the man who had fathered me, either.
I couldn’t stomach it, and we hadn’t found out anything concrete yet. How would this work when I did find out?
“…back to what we were saying,” I heard Winston say. He sounded like he was reprimanding me. I wanted to punch him in the throat. “I need everything you have. I would also like access to your computer friend.”
I snorted. Like that would happen if she didn’t want it to.
“Something to say, darling?” Winston drawled.
Darling.
Damn.
That sounded kind of nice, even if he did mean it as an insult.
“Folsom doesn’t work for us. She graciously helps us out when we need it, but sometimes we can’t even get into contact with her. She’s busy and has just started her own business with her husband.” Years ago, but who was counting? “And I think if she wanted to, she would’ve already offered to help.”
“I’m working,” I heard a mechanical reply from my pocket. “Hi, team!”
I sighed and checked out my phone, unsurprised to find that she’d hacked it.
I placed it on the table in the middle so everyone could hear.
“Hello, Folsom,” Winston drawled. “I appreciate you being here to help.”
I listened to the group continue to talk about first steps, and when the meeting was finally over, I picked up my phone and shoved it back into my fanny pack.
One thing the meeting did do was piss me off again.
I wanted to break things. I wanted to rant and rage, and the best way I could think to do that was to drive somewhere and show my displeasure to the one person who deserved it.
“Hey, where are you going?” I heard my sister ask.
Val.
“I’m still off,” I pointed out. “I’m not scheduled to come back until tomorrow night. Bye.”
If I was back by tonight.
The drive would be two hours from here.
I could get there and back by dawn, but who knew if I could get my rage out before then.
I was marching my way toward the parking lot where I’d left my car the night before when I heard a step behind me.
I whirled around to see Winston standing there.
He was watching me from where he was leaning against a familiar looking truck.
“Are you following me?” I accused as I pointed at his truck. “I could swear I saw that as I went out for my run toward the circus this morning.”
He shrugged. “Coincidence.”
No. I didn’t feel like it was a coincidence at all.
But short of accusing him of being a liar, I was left with no other choice but to accept his answer.
That didn’t mean that I had to stay.
“Well, it was nice meeting you,” I lied.
I walked to my newly purchased car. It was a black and white BMW X4. It cost me a lot more than it should have, and I was going to be in debt for six years as I paid it off, but it was one of the safest vehicles around. And apparently a new driver needed safety in their cars.
At least, that was what Keene convinced me of when he helped me pick it out.
Getting into my car, I didn’t look back.
If I had, I would’ve seen the truck following me.
But since I had no clue I needed to do things like that, I didn’t see my unwanted visitor until it was too late.
CHAPTER 6
I’m sorry I roasted you. I was trying to flirt.
-Crimson to Winston
WINSTON
I wasn’t sure why I followed her.
Well, I knew why I wanted to follow her. She was a new, interesting thing to me.
I didn’t know why I did, though.
I had a hundred things to do today, all of which weren’t what I’d already done.
Yet, there I was driving behind the little maniac.
“How fucking long have you been driving?” I asked as I watched the woman weave between two cars.
She drove like a goddamn teenager. Like someone who had nothing to lose.
I followed behind her for two full hours before she finally pulled off.
It was a good thing she’d stopped when she had, too, because I was close to needing a fuel break.
Luckily, just after she pulled off, she moved right into a gas station and straight to a pump.
Only, when she pulled up, she went to the wrong side to fill up, which added yet another layer of ‘how fuckin’ long have you been driving’ to my already concerned state.
She twisted around, pulled back in again, and cursed when she got out and found out that she was still on the same side.
I had to have a laugh at the spectacle she was making of herself.
If I hadn’t known she was a redhead, I would’ve thought she was blonde.