Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
His eyes got wide and scared.
“Get out! I’ll call the police!” Molly came around the corner, looking like a sleepy angel. He looked at her like she was going to save him. Fucking coward. “Molly, go call 911!”
She looked at him and then at me.
“What are you doing? Go call the police!”
She didn’t move. Good girl.
“Get up. I want to knock you down again. This time, with my boot on your windpipe.”
He shook his head frantically.
“Callaway, what’s going on?”
I glanced at her. The worried look in her pretty blue eyes tore at my heart.
“Later. I need to handle this first.”
I gripped the front of his shirt and picked him up, setting him on his feet. Then I held him there while I bloodied up his face.
Bam. Bam-bam-bam.
I tilted my head to the side, deciding. He was still conscious. I figured he had one more hit in him. I wanted him to remember this.
“The SOS takes care of its women.”
He paled, fear making him start to blubber.
“You’re one of them?”
I nodded.
“If you ever so much as look at her again, I’ll cut your fucking dick off and feed it to you.”
“Right. Okay. I’ll never look at her again.”
“What kind of pig does that?”
He was drooling blood on my fist where I held his shirt. I shook him and asked him again.
“What kind of pig are you?”
“A filthy pig. A filthy, disgusting pig.”
I smiled at him like all was forgiven. Then I lifted my fist one last time. He stared at my fist, then back at me. He shook his head frantically.
“No. No, no, no, no.”
“Yes.”
BAM.
He slipped from my fingers and folded onto the ground. I’d even held back, not hitting him half as hard as I wanted to. But he was out.
I checked his pulse and then stood, wiping my bloody hands on my jeans.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Molly stared at the bloody mess on the floor, then at me. She nodded once.
“I need to get my stuff.”
I followed her to the breakroom and waited while she emptied out her locker. She wasn’t coming back here again. We both knew that.
I took her hand and walked her out through the back door.
Chapter Eight
Molly
“You’re . . . mad at me?”
Callaway looked shocked. He obviously thought he’d done me a favor by beating the crap out of my supervisor. Well, he was wrong! That had been an easy gig and now it was gone. I had no idea how I was going to dig myself out of the financial hole I was in.
“You cost me my job!”
He stared at me, the muscle in his jaw ticking. How could such a big, strong man be so stupid?
“He was bothering you.”
I gritted my teeth. I hadn’t said a word on the ride back to my place. I hadn’t known what to say. I’d been too stunned by the sudden turn of events.
“No, he wasn’t.”
“He was watching you sleep with his dick in his hands!”
Ew. Oh, my God. That was disgusting. No wonder Callaway had cleaned the floor with the guy. I tried to bluster through it anyway.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t know that!”
“He’s a fucking pervert!”
“And you aren’t?”
His jaw dropped. I noticed that he had a couple of bruises on his face in addition to the bloody knuckles he’d gotten from beating the crap out of my boss.
“What happened to you, anyway?”
“Lucky. It doesn’t matter. I took care of that guy for you. You aren’t going back there anyway.”
“You were not supposed to come into my work! We agreed on that!”
“I needed to see you!”
“Yeah, well . . .”
I had forgotten what I wanted to say. We stood toe to toe, yelling at each other in my tiny kitchen. He was so worked up his green eyes were practically sparking. I scowled at him and he glared right back at me.
For a second, it seemed like time stood still. Something changed as we stood there, both of us breathing heavily. The tension broke with an almost audible snap in the air.
And then we were kissing. Hot, filthy, messy kisses. Kisses that blew the roof off the other kisses we’d shared. And those had been pretty steamy. Even an inexperienced virgin like me knew that.
He was like an animal, tugging at my clothes while he practically inhaled my mouth. I moaned as his hands gripped my hips, yanking me against his hard body. He pulled my shirt off, then his, never breaking contact for more than a second.
Our bodies crashed together, skin on skin for the very first time. His tats filled my vision when I opened my eyes, quickly shutting them again as he lowered his head to my throat, kissing and biting and sucking my skin.
I heard something crash as he cleared the kitchen table with his forearm, then lifted me on top of it. He unhooked my bra with ease and then pushed me back so that I was half lying on it. His eyes flared as he stared at me, reaching for the top of my jeans and quickly unfastening them.