Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
My thought process, albeit flawed, is that if I can get her to fall in love with me and see that I’m better than whatever fucker she might have had before, than she’ll stay with me. I mean clearly if she does have someone, he sucks ass because he hadn’t wifed her little ass or protected her. Is my line of thinking fucked up? Sure. Do I care? I could lie and say I feel a little bad about it, but the honest truth is I don’t give one flying fuck.
If Bunny was my woman, her picture would be plastered on every news station. The whole world would be looking for her, but so far, we haven't found shit for a missing person that matches her. We started local the second we found her.
Each time we come back with nothing, we broaden the search, but we can only go so quickly. We’re doing this under the radar. It’s why we don’t have her face blasted everywhere because I do believe someone is looking for her. So we have to be careful until we know what their intentions are toward her.
I’m sure whoever bought her has an interest in her whereabouts as well. I don’t want him knowing anything about where she is. Hell, the press doesn’t even know about Flex Kilduff being dead. That’s part of why a shelter was never on the table. The only place I would have allowed her to go would have been a safe house where I could have kept an eye on her.
Luckily, she agreed to come with me. I didn’t want to throw the words safe house out there or let her know I was worried that someone was still looking for her. I don’t have hard proof of that yet, but I know he is. Because if it were me, I’d stop at nothing to have Bunny, and I’m sure this man is the same way, and I’m betting the price Flex sold her for was extreme if he took the time to take her with him when he ran. It risked slowing him down and upped the chance of him being caught, but she’d been worth it to him.
After her freak out earlier, when she thought my sister could be my girlfriend, plans changed. Not fully—I still know she needs time, but she already has some kind of feelings for me and that I could more than work with.
“Thank you.” Bunny takes the phone from my hand and starts to click around with it.
“I set up some of the apps we talked about,” Ollie says.
“If there is something you need that’s not here, you can order from Amazon or the grocery app,” I tell her.
“Yep. I logged into Ben’s accounts so you’re good to go. I put the Kindle app on there too. It’s linked up with your Kindle. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I read on my phone if I’m stuck in a line somewhere or something. It’s handy to have.”
“I don’t have a Kindle.” She taps the Kindle app.
“You do. It’s in the bag with the MacBook,” Pink tells her. “Oh, did you do the Audible app too?”
“Audible?” I ask, having no clue what that is. I’m guessing it has to do with books. Pink, Ollie, and Vee, Ollie’s best friend who is like a little sister to me, can go on about books for hours.
“Audiobooks,” Bunny says. Her brows pull together. An adorable confused look takes over her face. “How come I know things like what Audible is and how to use this phone but I don’t remember my life?”
“I have no clue,” Ollie says.
“The brain works in crazy ways. I think you’re suppressing things, though. Because you didn’t have any trauma to your head,” Pink adds. That’s exactly what the doctor thinks too: that Bunny doesn’t want to remember. That scares the shit out of me.
“You got me too much. I can’t take all this.” Tears start to fill her eyes. Fuck me. I’m overwhelming her. So much for taking it slowly.
“I think we should head out. Let you get settled in.” Ollie stands. We lock eyes, and I give her a silent thank you.
“If you need anything, text. We already started a group text.” Pink leans down and hugs her. Ollie does the same.
“Thank you,” Bunny says again.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re one of us now. We don’t need all those thank yous. You’re family,” Ollie tells her before both she and Pink duck out. No sooner does the door close than Bunny is crawling over into my lap, surprising the hell out of me before bursting into tears.
“Bunny.” I whisper her name as I hold her close with one arm while the other soothes her. Her tears rip me apart, but her clinging to me helps. “I’ve got you,” I try to reassure her. Thankfully, the tears soon stop.