Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“I’m just surprised you remembered me at all, so it’s no doubt you don’t remember I still have family in Steeleville,” she adds.
Remember her? I hadn’t forgotten those soft eyes that were filled with fear when I opened that trunk. Quickly they shifted to relief, but our day was met with chaos. After I did my job, I distanced myself from the sweet girl, but not for long.
I shouldn’t have taken special interest in her. My reaction to her had been inappropriate in more ways than one. Still, every few months, I’d pull reports, do a covert mission to Dallas and ensure that she was safe and happy. Things changed one day and she went from a young lady to a woman in my eyes. With a clearing of my throat, I answer, “Yes, it’s been a long time, and you seem to have learned a lot in the nearly three years. What happened today?”
“I was looking for books when I noticed that jackass following me, so I stopped, turned to face him, and asked him what his problem was.” She shakes her head with a hint of blush crossing her face. “The fuck said, ‘My problem is that he wanted to put his nose in my book.’ I told him to fuck off, but he didn’t quit.”
“No? What happened after that?”
“I decided to just leave, but he followed me outside. Eager to get away, I left my bag on the table where I’d been looking at the new release books.”
“Okay. Where are you staying?” She’s an adult now, and there’s no reason to fight the insane lust that she inspires. Hell, it took monumental effort to fight it off that night three months ago, but she stepped into my territory now.
At thirty, I’m too old for her to be interested in a relationship. Still, I want her under me, looking up with those thankful eyes. I’ve never had such hungry thoughts before we met, or even after.
“With my Aunt Margie.”
I know of her and she’s not the best person in town. She’s got a nasty habit of hanging with the only rough crowd we have which isn’t good for my girl. “Write down her address.” The address is on file in my reports of Vanessa at home, so I don’t need it, but still, more information she’s giving to me the better.
“Am I going to be charged for defending myself?” She throws her arms over her head, causing her tits to bounce and my eyes to shoot back up to her eyes in a flash before I make her uncomfortable.
I shake my head. “No. I won’t allow it. Still, I need you to stay away from Darrell.”
“Gladly. Maybe I should head back to Dallas and find another place to live.”
“No,” I shout, causing her head to jerk back. A get a questioning look from Sophia before I correct myself. “I mean… don’t do that, Vanessa. Things aren’t always this fucked up here.”
“Law, I have the surveillance footage if you want it,” Sophia adds.
“Yes, please have it sent to me.” Although if I catch his hands on her, I will rip his head off. My threat will be the beginning of the torture I have in mind. I had my buddies that would gladly lend a hand if I asked.
“Thank you for this information, Miss Gordon.” Her expression changes, but I’m not sure what it means. “I’ll take him into custody after he’s seen by the doctor.”
“He needs medical treatment?”
“Sweetheart, you stepped on his balls. Few men can tolerate that pain without passing out. Not to mention stepping on his throat and riding him like a fucking surfboard.”
“Would you be able to handle it?” The sass in her tone leads me to believe she’s flirting and not ready to crush any chance of having babies.
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head before looking her in the eyes. “No offense, but I wouldn’t even care to find out. I like my nuts just the way they are… ready to make babies.”
A gasp passes her lips while I refuse to take my eyes off hers until there’s a set of keys turning the lock on the front door. We all turn our heads to see Doc approach, with Mick and Jackson following behind.
“What the hell is going on, baby? Tell me you’re okay,” Doc snarls, running to her side.
“Doc, everything is good, but I do need you to check on the asshole in the backseat of my patrol car. He got handled for messing with this young lady.”
“Do you need to be seen?” Doc asks her.
“No, I’m good. He only grabbed me, but the lawman here says I probably made mashed potatoes of that jackass’s nuggets.”
“Well then, you did the right fucking thing.”
“Why don’t you sit here, babe? I’ll go out with Law and check him out, and then I’m taking you home.”