Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I heard the door close behind him as I stood still before the window; her father and brothers had arrived not too long after we had, but I didn't go see about them; my brothers or sisters would see to them. I wasn't feeling very sociable; I flexed my fingers to relieve the pressure of having them clenched so tight for so long.
There was a new type of anger brewing inside of me, anger at this fucked up situation, anger at that fuck Terry Poole, anger at her for putting us in this place that we were in, and now anger at myself.
I should've known something like this would happen, I knew her weaknesses, and I'd made things worse for her by shutting her out cold. But what the fuck was I supposed to do? I'm the injured party here. There were no fucking winners here, except that fuck who was free to walk the streets of LA without a fucking care in the world while the victims of his fuckery suffered.
With one last look at her, I stormed out of the room with one purpose in mind payback, it was payback time, and I was going hardcore all the fucking way. I met Brian coming out of the study, where I could hear dad talking to the Sorensons.
"Get James on the phone; I want to know everything he knows so far; it's time for action."
Brian clapped me on the shoulder and went to do what I asked; my family knew not to fuck with me when I got like this. I was a fucking beast when riled, and I was past motherfucking riled. I was Al Pacino circa 1970, the fucking Godfather pissed; I didn't have five families to eliminate just one fucking cockroach. If that weasel fuck knew what was coming his way, he would run and hide; I was about to go Michael Corleone on his motherfucking ass. Fuck with me at your own peril.
"James is on the line, bro."
"Let's do this."
CHAPTER 18
James's face was up on the big screen when I entered the conference room. Tiffany and Connie had brought in coffee and snacks, but I wasn't interested. I thought fleetingly of inviting her father and the twins to sit in but didn't want to take the time to get them; besides, they all seemed to hold me responsible for this shit, so I was going to do it my way. Another reason for my hesitance was I had no idea what the fuck James was going to say. I don't think I could handle being in a room full of people if he told me this shit had been going on behind my back for a while, as some were speculating. I had no fucking clue what I was about to hear, but I knew it would be nothing good. Regardless of how or why Suzette was in that fucking car, the fact that she was sick now in no way negated that fact.
The fact that I planned to destroy that fuck Poole did not mean she was forgiven; it just means I choose to channel my anger in a different direction for now. According to what I found out here today, I would deal with her later. If there was any redemption for her, I would be lenient; if the other proved true, she was fucked, I loved her, yes, but I was no one's fool. Either way, she was going to pay for squandering my love on that California side street.
"Morning, Gage."
"James." I took a seat at the head of the conference table as the others grabbed chairs on either side of me.
"I would've preferred to do this in person, but I understand we have a pressing situation on our hands. I think this thing is bigger than we first thought; there's a lot more going on here than meets the eye."
The fuck?
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means that there's more at work here than your Suzette having a fling."
"Spit it the fuck out, man. What the fuck are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying from what we've uncovered so far; this is looking like an elaborate setup. What the purpose behind it is is still not clear, but one thing is for certain. She was targeted."
GET THE FUCK OUT. Heads are gonna roll.
"Come home, James. We need a sit-down."
CHAPTER 19
I left the room without a word to anyone; it was time to think that hadn't gone at all as I'd expected. I bypassed the study where my parents were still talking to the Sorensons; they would all need to be updated but not now. First, I had to make sure she was safe.
I closed and locked the door behind me, walking over to the bed. My gaze never left her face. There were dark circles under her eye, her coloring was almost as white as the sheets, and I could see the bones in her arms.