Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“With all the love and due respect, Roman, please shut up and just listen.” She held up her hand. “I just booked us both a red-eye flight. It leaves from here in a little under two hours. I remember what prison you said your father was at, Angola State Penitentiary, so I got us as close to that parish as possible. More than likely, they took him to the nearest hospital. I also texted your assistant just now to let her know you had a family emergency and won’t be in. I then texted my boss to say I needed a few days off for a personal matter. My bag is packed, the tickets are secure, let’s roll.” She pointed to the bag in question.
He wanted to argue with her, tell her that this wasn’t anything she needed to be a part of, but the way she was sitting there looking at him, and with all she’d accomplished in ten minutes, let him know it would do no good. Genesis would not take ‘no’ again for an answer, no matter what language he said it in.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he surrendered. She got up, her overnight bag jammed with things.
She approached him as he leaned against the wall and put on his shoes. She rubbed his back. He stiffened once again at her touch. His nerves were on fire, and someone had to pay. Someone had to see their fucking life flash before their eyes, and then die a slow, horrible death. Whoever was responsible, he was going to hurt them, come hell or high water.
“Roman, listen to me. Whatever is going on, whatever happens, I’ve got you.” She kissed his cheek. This time, he didn’t feel the need to jerk away. This time, he thawed against her warm touch. “Now come on. Give me your keys to any car you’ve got that you feel comfortable with me being behind the wheel. I’m drivin’. This isn’t up for discussion…”