Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I wondered if this was how she was when I left, and a whole new level of guilt settled over me to see this beautifully resilient woman looking broken and shallow, when her love ran so deep. I didn’t like it, and my only thought was to fix it and fix it fast.
My phone chimed at the very same time the doorbell rang. I slid off the bed, holding my cell in my hand, and as I passed my woman, I put a gentle hand to her shoulder.
Her lack of response was a bullet to my heart.
I answered my cell the second I stepped out of the room. “Yeah.”
“Fuck, Twitch. Fuck. I...” He paused momentarily. “I don’t know what to say.” Ethan Black’s tone conveyed he already knew about my son. He sighed. “Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.”
The doorbell rang a second time, and I made my way over, throwing the door open. Sergeant Gabriel Blanco stood outside, coffee in hand, and I didn’t bother with niceties. With a jerk of my chin, he got the message and stepped inside as I responded to the head of the FBI. “I appreciate it, Black, but—” I told him the way it was. “—you can’t help me, man.”
My time spent working with this man was short, but in that brief time, we got to know each other. And Black read between the lines. “Listen to me now. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Motherfucker.
My grip on my cell tightened. “Don’t do anything stupid? That’s your advice?” My anger spiked. “This psycho fucking bitch took my son out from under my fuckin’ nose, caused the car he was in to careen off the goddamn road, and you want me to stay calm, Black?” I didn’t give a fuck if Blanco was in my house listening in; I said what I said. “The second I get my hands on that mutt, she’s dog food, Black.” My tone low, my voice trembled with fury. “You best believe I’mma make that happen by my own hands should I get the opportunity, and I fuckin’ hope I do, because nothing would make me happier than tearing that red-lipped viper limb from limb. And when I’m done with her, y’all are gonna need dental records to identify her.” My hands shook. “I’mma cut off her motherfuckin’ head and drink from her pretty little skull.”
“Twitch,” Ethan Black warned.
But I wasn’t having it. “I got shit to do.” I hung up then turned to Gabe Blanco. “Ya didn’t hear nothin’, you get me?”
Hated to admit it, but Blanco was a decent guy. He lifted his to-go cup into the air, and muttered, “What’s that? Sorry. I couldn’t hear you over drinking this delicious coffee.”
Yeah. Damned right he couldn’t. “Any news?”
“Got an anonymous tip last night to check a warehouse down south.” I straightened, but he went on. “Had a few of my guys check it out before dawn. And yes, she dumped her car there, but there was no sign of her or your son. I’m sorry.”
My brow knitted in thought. “Where’d you say this warehouse was again?”
On edge and ready to choke a bitch, we pulled up to the house. He met me out front while Gabe sat in the car.
Jerking his chin toward Gabe, Tama uttered, “That the cop?”
“Yeah, and he’s gonna stay right there.” I looked back at the car. “You upload the footage?”
“Amoho’s going through it right now.”
Without a word, he turned and walked back inside. I took it as an open invitation and followed, but when the door shut behind me, my eyes caught the little woman down the hall and my steps faltered.
Molly’s entire body stiffened at the sight of me. She held my gaze for a fleeting moment before she lowered her head and limped into a room, quietly closing the door behind her. And Tama stood there, observing, watching me watch her.
He motioned toward the opposite room, and I headed on in, keeping my eyes on the door Molly had disappeared behind.
She signed herself out of the hospital before any of us had the chance to check on her. Her sister, Lenka, arrived at the house not long after, taking Molly’s things and loading them into the back of her car. And that was it.
Molly was out.
Out of our home. Out of sight. Out of mind.
Just out.
I didn’t expect it of her, the weak-ass shit she was pulling. She wasn’t a bitch-ass punk.
“How’s she doing?” I asked quietly.
Tama blinked at me before frowning. He didn’t answer a long while. “How do you think she’s doing?” He held me with a stare. “Doesn’t care a lot, my Molly, but she loves your son. Swore to protect him till the death. And now—” He turned to face the closed door. “—she wishes she was dead.”