Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“What special shit? Has she been adding something to his weed?”
“You writing a book? Leave my chapter outta that shit. And don’t go asking your daughter shit because I’m not dealing with her brand of crazy right now.”
She grunted or growled or whatever dafuq that noise is she makes when she can’t think of something good enough to call me.
“Babe, you want me to bring you back something from out here? I already got your loot from the Midwest. And before you ask, I’m not getting no asshole’s signature, so don’t even ask.”
“So why ask me what I want? The girls have a list. I was planning to send it to you later.”
“Send it to Mancini. His ass ain’t got shit to do with his time.” He gave me the finger from across the room.
“You really won’t get me an autograph if I asked?”
“Whose autograph do you want? I’ll hunt the fucker down if I have to.”
“I’m just kidding, babe; I just want you to come home; I miss you.”
“I miss you too, but it might be a minute. I’ll make it up to you, okay.”
“Okay, but it better be good.” I started to answer, but the asshole brigade was all in my shit.
“It will be.” She had to embarrass me by sending me a kiss through the damn phone, which I had to return.
As soon as I hung up, that asshole Tyler was in my ass. “Bitch made.”
‘Fuck you, SEAL.” They all thought that was funny, even the kid. At least he was no longer looking like someone had snipped his balls. Boy’s been moping around here ever since his girl left. Pitiful!
“There, there’s your bitch made.” Fuck if I didn’t throw his ass to the dogs.
***
*Rachel*
I knew this day would come, but not like this. I thought that there would be some sort of lead-up, that maybe I’d have the chance to explain myself, but no, it had come to this. I don’t know who this person is and how they know so much, but they’ve proven that they’re not to be trifled with.
I never should’ve gotten involved with Mary and the others. I didn’t even have a good enough excuse for what I did. It was sheer jealousy that had led me to sell out my best friend. A friend who has been there for me through thick and thin.
Now that I look back on it, it was never worth it. I could lie and say that I needed the money to support Mom, but that, too, would be a lie. Everything about my life for the last six years has been one big fat lie. What makes it worse is that it was Elena who had found that place for Mom and had paid for her to stay there to get the best care available. And how had I repaid her? By stabbing her in the back.
It hadn’t always been like that. There was a time when I would’ve done anything for her, when I would’ve sworn that I would never let anything come between us. But then she became too famous, and even with the fame, she didn’t change; she was still the same kind-hearted person she’d always been.
The world loved her, and Ryder, Ryder worshiped the ground she walked on. Why that had bothered me so much, I still don’t know, but it was like watching someone you grew up with soar while you stayed stranded in the same rut.
I’d realized my mistake, of course, but by then, it was too late. I tried pulling back and away, going back to the way things were before I lost my mind, but they wouldn’t let me. They had me in their snare, and there was no way of escaping.
Every time I said it was the last, they’d threaten to tell her about my part in that whole overseas trip fiasco. All the lies I’d told Ryder to get him to hate her. I couldn’t have that; I could never live with myself if she had learned those things about me. And that is why I was now packing up to leave her place without notice.
I wiped tears from my face for the third or fourth time, almost too blinded to see to pack my things. Everything I touched had been bought by her as a gift or just because. That’s the kind of friend she is and has always been.
My phone chirped, and I picked it up to read the message. I was so tired that I didn’t care that it was that MengeLiNi person texting me again, probably with another threat. I was beside myself the first time I heard from them, and what they’d asked me to do had sent me into a tailspin.
I said no, of course. But once they made it known that if I didn’t go to Mary’s home and plant the listening device they’d sent me in the mail, they would expose me, I had no choice but to obey. The device was in the mailbox, just like they said, with no postage, which meant this person had been here to the house and had gotten through the gate somehow. That scared me even more.