Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Then the words she said next stopped me in my tracks.
“I trust you completely, Truth. With my heart and with my body,” she whispered. “You’re a good man.”
I wasn’t a good man.
The words my father hurled at me as he’d left dinner stuck with me.
She had to be curious. That had to also be the root of why she was saying this to me in the first place. She wanted to reassure me that she was on my side…and she shouldn’t be.
And as I left five minutes later after getting one final goodbye kiss, I knew that I needed to leave. If Elais Beckett found out about Verity, he wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep in his quest to make sure that Verity endured the same fate as my grandparents.
He’d made me a promise five years ago—one that I thought he’d never be able to carry out—that he would make my life a living hell.
Too bad I didn’t believe him.
It might’ve saved me a whole lot of heartache.
Chapter 12
I either give too many fucks or not enough fucks. It’s like I can’t find a middle ground for perfect fuck distribution.
-Verity’s secret thoughts
Verity
I was at work, but he wasn’t.
At least he’d told the crew that I was now in charge. If he hadn’t, I would’ve left. None of them trusted me at this point, anyway. I’m just a woman that the new boss man was banging, and they thought I got this job because I was fucking him.
Which couldn’t be further from the truth…could it?
Normally, I wouldn’t doubt myself. Not even a little bit.
However, it’d been five days—which seemed to be a common occurrence with him—since I’d seen him, and I was beginning to wonder what in the hell I was thinking working this job.
Though, that didn’t stop his brother and sister from coming in two days ago telling me goodbye, and giving me hugs.
It was the sympathy I saw in their eyes that had me biting my lip and trying to figure out what in the hell was going on.
Was there more to what his father said than I knew?
And if so, was he ever going to tell me about it?
As I walked out of the pub around two p.m., confident that the crew could handle the rest of the afternoon and dinner crowd, I knew I was going to light into him the next time I saw him.
What gave him the right to string me along like this?
Getting into my car, I drove to Truth’s place first, then to the police station.
I didn’t know why I went there. I didn’t really know anybody on the force except Big Papa. I knew for a fact that he’d talk to me.
He may not tell me where Truth was, but he’d tell me if he was okay…which at this point was what I really needed.
Confident in what I was about to do, I pulled into a spot next to a police car and turned off my own car, staring at the big brown building with a look of foreboding.
This likely wasn’t a good idea.
Truth knew people in there, and I didn’t want to embarrass him.
But I was concerned, and a little bit mad.
I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
As I got out of the car, I was determined to get my answers.
I had my bad ass face on, and as I marched into the police station, head held high, I headed toward the first officer I could find and demanded to see Big Papa.
“BP is in a meeting.”
My sails deflated.
“What about Aaron?”
The hard-nosed woman sneered. “I can help you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“No offense, ma’am, but I’m looking for someone, either Aaron or Big Papa. You aren’t a substitute for them,” I admitted.
I could tell I’d offended her.
Her badge said Stephanie, and just when I was about to offer an apology, Aaron appeared around a corner, his phone to his ear.
He saw me immediately, and his eyes narrowed.
Coming straight to me, he latched onto my elbow and started to pull me in the direction he wanted me to go.
Which, apparently, was outside and around the building.
All the while he maintained his conversation he was having on the phone.
“Yes, Sir,” he said. “I’ll talk to my wife about it, and after we discuss it, I’ll get back to you. Tomorrow morning, afternoon at the latest.”
We’d just rounded the corner when Aaron’s K-9 partner appeared, startling the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Sorry,” he said as he pocketed the phone. “Tank likes to stay outside when Stephanie is in the vicinity.”
I snorted.
“I believe I offended her,” I admitted.
Aaron didn’t even try to deny it. “You probably did, but she gets offended easily. And nobody likes her, so I don’t really care.”
I blinked.
“Okay,” I finally settled on. “What’s up with that, though? And where are you taking me?”