Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Heavily secured?”
“At that point, I wasn’t honestly paying attention, though I did notice security cameras. I figured everyone had those. Do you think it was his house?”
“It’s possible, though I can’t see him letting people just know where he lives.”
“No, but on the same note, it keeps his place looking completely normal. I have no doubt it’s not the only place he operates out of. Someone like that would have many locations where he runs his business, so to speak. I just think that’s where he lives.”
“I wonder if we could get in there?” I say, softly. “Do you think he would have the information on the girls there?”
“That doesn’t seem like a safe idea. It was a massive house, and there was a lot of land. We don’t know what kind of security he would have on that land.”
She’s right.
I know she’s right.
But something inside of me is just screaming at me that I can’t let this go.
That I need to find as much as information as I can.
“You won’t go in there, will you?” Karen asks, narrowing her eyes. “I love you, Briella, but even I am going to tell you that that would be a stupid idea.”
I glance at her, and I know I have to lie right now. I hate lying, but the truth is, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to stop myself from going and, at the very least, looking at that house. To see where it is. To find out if it’s even at all possible to get in.
“No,” I say, my voice not at all believable. “I won’t go looking.”
She exhales. “Please, promise me you won’t. You’ll get killed, and I don’t think I can handle any more death.”
Me and her both.
“It’s fine, I won’t go in there.”
I change the subject, because the idea of lying to one of the only friends I have makes me sick to my stomach.
I just can’t seem to let this go.
Knowing Cova is out there, at least, possibly, is enough to make me feel slightly crazy inside. Is it because she may be the only family I have left? Probably. Either way, if she’s all I have left, then I have to do what I can for her. I have to find her. The only way to find her is to get hold of Dax, and the only way to do that is to find where he lives so we’re able to work faster.
Waverly is a good idea and getting her on the inside is great.
But if we can find out what’s happening out there a little quicker.
That will be great, too.
I’m doing the wrong thing, I know I am.
So why can’t I stop myself?
10
FLICK
“Karen, what’re you doing here?” I say, staring at Karen who is at my door, her hand held high mid knock.
She puts her hand to her side and looks around awkwardly. What is it with girls? You fuck them a few times and suddenly you can’t have a normal conversation with them without it turning fucking awkward. I have no idea, but I do know that I’m more than happy to fucking get this over and done with just to relieve her of whatever she’s feeling right now, because it doesn’t look like she’s enjoying herself.
“Sorry to bother you, I just ... I don’t even know if I should be here but I’m worried about Briella and I needed to talk to you.”
I narrow my eyes.
Well now she’s gotten my attention.
And for good reason, too.
Briella has been acting fucking shady the last three days. She barely talks to me, she’s off in her own little world, she’s distracted and constantly on her phone researching something. Whatever she’s doing, it’s definitely got her full attention.
“Take a seat,” I say, pointing to the chair across from me.
Karen walks in and sits down, putting her hands on her knees, and then taking them off before crossing her legs. Then she uncrosses them and just exhales.
She really isn’t comfortable.
“First of all, we’re friends, Karen. No need to feel uncomfortable here. You feel me?”
She nods quickly. “Sure, yeah, it’s not just that. I feel like I’m stabbing my best friend in the back being here, I really do. She confided in me, trusted me, and I’m here about to throw her under the bus.”
“If it means she stays safe, I think it’s worth the risk. So do you, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“It’s just ... I haven’t seen her today and I’ve tried calling, and she’s just so distant. She made me a promise, but I don’t think she’s keeping that promise. I tried to talk to her about it, but she just shuts down and tells me I’m worrying over nothing, but I don’t think I am. If I don’t say something to you, and something happens to her, then I’ll never forgive myself.”