Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Before I could even begin to swing, the office door flew open with a crack. “Police!”
In an instant, two men were on me, pulling me away. I fought the urge to shake them off and finish what I had gone there to do, but nothing would change him. And if I was locked in a cell for the better part of my life, I couldn’t protect her. It was less than a second before I was face down on the office floor, my hands wrenched behind my back.
“Don’t fight me!” an officer yelled, his knee in my back. “Put your hands together and don’t move.”
Despite the adrenaline still surging within me, I did as I had been told.
Cuffs clicked around my wrists, and then the pressure on my back eased when two officers each grabbed a bicep, helping me to my feet.
“Anyone want to tell me what’s going on?” the younger officer asked.
“He’s a psycho who just burst into my office and assaulted me.”
The older cop with a thick gray mustache arched an eyebrow. “Any particular reason?”
“He thought he could put his hands on my woman,” I replied. “I thought he should know otherwise. You got here one swing too soon.”
“Your woman?” Jeff scoffed. “You should really take him in for a psych eval before hauling his ass to the jail.”
The cop hit me with a glower. “Sounds like we got here just in time. You got any ID?”
“No, sir,” I said, never tearing my eyes off the pretentious garden gnome in the corner.
“You got a name, then?”
“Truett West.”
The cop’s eyes flared with recognition, while the other let out a low whistle from behind me.
“You screwing with me?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“Dammit. This is not what I wanted to do with my day,” he mumbled under his breath. He looked at Jeff. “Do you need medical attention?”
Insult pinched between his eyes. “This pussy ruined my favorite shirt, but that’s about it.”
The cop frowned, his eyes narrowing. “You mind watching your mouth?”
“Actually, I do,” Jeff replied like the smug bastard he was.
The cop’s face got hard. “I’m not going to ask you again. Shut your mouth.”
He held Jeff’s stare for a long second, and unfortunately, he actually closed his gaping asshole of a mouth.
“Right.” The cop nodded, tugging on my arm. “You come outside with me. Darren, you stay here and get Mr. Weaver’s statement.”
My feet shuffled after him, but before I exited the office, I issued one last warning. “You come near Gwen again, and I’ll put your ass in the ground where you belong.”
Pure evil twinkled in his eyes as a venomous smile curled his lips. “You mean, like you did with your daughter?”
My vision flashed red, blood roaring in my ears, and the room around me disappeared as every ounce of restraint I’d ever possessed was gone in an instant.
A blinding rage detonated inside me. Stripping my arm from the cop’s grasp, I bolted toward him with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I hit him with my chest, slamming him into the wall. The pleasure I felt when the fear he couldn’t hide transformed his face was only second to the sound of his nose cracking as I headbutted him so hard it made my head spin.
The cops tackled me from behind again and the air rushed from my lungs as I landed on the floor, face down.
“Stay down.” The older officer came down on top of me and growled in my ear, “Do not make me tase you, West. One more move and you’re going to have more problems than I can help you with.”
My chest heaved as I fought to catch a breath. The wild desire to get my hands on that monster ricocheted inside me, destroying me from the inside out.
“You fucking nutjob!” Jeff roared. “I swear to God, you will rot in prison for this.”
“Hey!” the younger cop snapped. “Not another word or you’re walking out of here in cuffs too.”
“Me?” he whined.
A grin split my mouth as I caught sight of blood pouring from his nose.
As my pulse slowed, adrenaline ebbing from my system, logical thought won out and I forced my mind to ignore the bitter outrage still churning inside me.
“Listen,” the cop said. “You’re gonna push to your knees and then you’re gonna stand. When you do, do not so much as look in his direction. You got me?”
I grunted my agreement and the officers once again pulled me to my feet. I kept my head down, knowing that if I caught sight of him again, their threats to tase me would become promises they would have to follow through on.
Murmurs followed as I was led away, but I kept my gaze trained on my feet, focusing on each step so I could block out the sound of his words replaying in my head.