Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Huck killed the people who hurt Trinity,” I told him.
“And you’ll get to kill that fucker down there. But first, we need answers. You can get them from her faster than that fucking background check. Sounds like he might be involved in a gang. If that’s the case, the background check could be messed with. Just like Fawn’s and Gypsi’s were.”
“How were Fawn and Gypsi’s messed with?” I asked feeling a tightness in my chest. I needed Gypsi to be exactly who I thought she was. Why wasn’t Dad concerned about this? Why hadn’t I known?
“Not much,” Gage replied. “Levi is a fucking pro at digging shit up on people. Most wouldn’t have caught it. But there was a short time where their location isn’t accurate. They weren’t living in the camper but their address is unknown.”
I wanted answers, but I was also fucking terrified of what she might tell me. He had seemed real damn sure she wouldn’t want him dead. If she loved him, then I would question everything I thought I knew about her.
Twenty
Gypsi
When my eyes opened, I sat up, surprised I’d fallen asleep. I hadn’t meant to, but after my bath, the bed had looked so comfortable. Rubbing my face with both hands, I started to get up when my eyes focused, and I saw Trev sitting in a chair across the room, looking at me. The serious expression on his face was unexpected. He didn’t look like the same guy who had left me a couple of hours ago. Something was wrong.
“Is my mom okay?” I asked, feeling a panic rise up in my chest.
“Yes,” he replied in a flat tone I had never heard him use.
“Then, what’s wrong?” Because something clearly was.
“That’s a loaded question,” he replied. “Let’s start with this.”
He tossed something onto the bed, and I looked down. I stared down at the plastic ring that haunted me. Why did he have that? Oh God, did Tyde get in this house?
“Where did you get this?” I asked as my heart hammered against my chest.
“Why? Does it mean something?”
My eyes burned with tears as fear clawed at me. I shouldn’t have stayed here. The moment he had left the ring in Kentucky, I should have fled. Mom would have been safe, and I’d have called her later. She could have gotten over me leaving after a while.
“I have to go,” I said, moving to get off the bed.
Trev was up and across the room before my feet touched the ground. His hand gripped my shoulder, pushing me back down.
“You’re not going anywhere, Gypsi. Not until you talk.”
I swallowed hard. He was hurting my shoulder, but I deserved it. I’d brought danger here.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed. I should have left. Did he get into the house?” I asked.
Trev looked down at me like I was crazy. “In this house? Fuck no. Not even the FBI could get into this house unless invited.”
He was naive if he thought that was true. He didn’t know Tyde or people like him.
“But you had a ring. Where did he leave it?”
“Who?” Trev asked me.
There was no use in not telling him now. He needed to know. Tyde had been on this property. In this house. The house he thought was so secure. He deserved a name and information.
“Tyde Hall,” I said. “He’s dangerous. If he left that ring anywhere on this property or in this house, then your security isn’t strong enough. Let me go, and he won’t come back. But give me time to get out of town before you tell my mom. She’ll leave with me, and I don’t want her to. She’s happy with Garrett.”
“Who is Tyde Hall?”
I closed my eyes. There was so much to tell. I went with the brief synopsis. “The biggest mistake of my life.”
His grip on my shoulder eased, and he dropped his hand. “Explain the ring.”
I opened my eyes, looking down at it beside me on the bed. He wanted the full story. Of course he did. A man had gotten onto his property. Because of me.
“He got one that looked exactly like that out of a gumball machine once and jokingly asked me to marry him. I wore it to be funny. That was before …” I stopped. I had to get this out. Let him understand before I left. He deserved that much. He was my friend, and I’d put him in danger’s way. “Before things went bad. And they went bad fast. When I left, I tossed the ring in a lake. Mom and I were fine here in Ocala for three weeks. Then … then … I came back to my suite in Kentucky the night of the celebration party, and there was one on the table. I searched the suite, but there was no sign of him.”