Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
The rest of the letter didn’t give me any answers either, just more questions. ‘I know you will look after my girl with your life. In a few days you’ll receive a package from my lawyer. It will have everything you need inside. Take care of my princess, she’s a good kid.’
What fucking nerve, and what fucking package? What the fuck else did he want from me now? I needed to call my boys in and let them in on what was going on, but I needed the whole story first. I had a suspicion about where this shit was going though, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it. In fact I was pretty sure I didn’t.
I wasn’t even going to think about the irony of what the fuck was going on here. I’d done such a good job this fucker never saw me coming. Obviously he’d written this shit before his last day. If it were true that the dead could come back, he must be one pissed off ghost.
Chapter 4
CHLOE
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Prairie shit on a stick he’s hot. I’d heard the stories but had never had the pleasure of meeting him in person. I’d seen him from a distance a few times but my dad would’ve skinned me alive if I’d ever gone anywhere near the local bad boy. But even as far back as middle school my girlfriends used to swoon over him. He was like every girl’s dream guy, and most of the older women in town were rumored to have driven his stick.
I could see why. He didn’t look like he belonged here. Didn’t fit in with the other men in the county. The usual scruffy looking characters that was all the fare in these parts. And he especially didn’t look anything like the idiots my dad always surrounded himself with.
His dark hair cut low and light grey eyes, and that long hard frame looked out of place in the backwoods of the small Midwest town. He looked more suited to a New York runway or a magazine cover. Except for the tattoos and that look in his eyes that said he’d as soon kill you as say hello that is.
And the way he made me feel when he turned that look on me. Did he do it on purpose or did he not know what it did to a girl when he gave her that smoldering look? His gruff manner wasn’t too shabby either. I kinda liked butting heads with someone for a change instead of everyone always giving into my wishes. Somehow I don’t think that would ever be an issue with Gavin Stone. He really was everything I’d heard and then some.
He had a reputation of course, and I would’ve had to be living under a rock not to have heard the whispers. But seeing him this close made everything I’d ever heard come flooding back. I wonder if he was as well endowed as the rumors said. And maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about that now especially today.
At least it had taken my mind off of things for a minute. Off the way my life was so totally fucked through no fault of my own. I was putting up a brave front, but truth is, I’m scared. I hadn’t had time to go through dad’s things so I don’t really have a handle on anything right now. But worse of all I don’t know where I stand anymore. Two weeks ago I knew who I was. I was the daughter of the most powerful man in town. I had money and security and my life was pretty well set.
Other than my dad’s over protectiveness, I could’ve done and been anything I wanted. Now I wasn’t so sure about anything anymore. I’ve had to leave school, something I’d fought so hard for. And now because of Sanchez’ greed, it looked like I may not be able to go back.
A week ago things were great. My life was finally going in the direction I wanted it to. I was finally away from the small town that I’d always dreamt of leaving behind some day for the big city.
I was finding my way, getting a feel for what I wanted to do with my life and really enjoying the possibilities. Then that snake Sanchez had shown up out of nowhere with the news that dad had died.
I hadn’t believed him at first, thought it was some kind of prank. My dad was bigger than life, and when I’d left home, was a pillar of health. But I’d made a few phone calls and learned that it wasn’t a joke, and my life, as I knew it was suddenly at an end.
There were rumors in the beginning. Speculation that the man in whose home I now found myself may have been responsible, but I guess the sheriff had squashed those since Gavin was miles away at the time it happened.