Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
We all exited the vehicles and stood behind the limo. Odette clung to me, her slight body trembling.
“I don’t want to do this,” she whispered. “To see Steve.”
“I’ll take you back to the Bronco.” I’d started to urge her back when Clutch popped the trunk. A bound and gagged Gleeson grunted furiously, kicking out with his bound legs and thrashing so hard he fell from the trunk to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
“Bet that hurt.” Wylde grinned as he approached the man with Clutch and helped him to his feet, then untied him and removed his gag.
He was wet with sweat, his sparse hair stuck to his scalp. What was probably an immaculate shirt at one time was soaked through. He sat on the edge of the trunk, taking in great gulps of air.
Gleeson looked around until he spotted Odette. His eyes widened then his features turned furious.
“I should have known you were behind this, you little whore!”
“Whooo!” Wylde, the bastard, looked positively gleeful. “You might wanna rethink the ‘tude, bro. These are the people who brought you a thousand miles across the country and no one’s the wiser. Though, if you want to continue, by all means! Personally, I hope you choose option number two. They don’t let me out much and I’d really like some action.”
I felt Odette relax against me. She took a deep breath and turned to face Gleeson. “I had nothing to do with this, Steve.”
“No? Why’d you show up at the theater when my wife and kids were with me? It’s not like Martha would ever believe you. She never does when bitches come for my money.”
“Everything’s not about you, Steve. I was there to see a movie I’d been looking forward to for months. If you were so worried about getting caught, perhaps you shouldn’t tell women you’re cheating with that your wife’s dead when she’s perfectly healthy.” Odette seemed to have found her calm, but a fine shiver still ran through her more than once as she stood next to me. Her hand still bunched in my shirt and she moved closer to me. I put my arm around her and held her close. Fuck this guy anyway.
“That your new fling? He know how you tried to screw me out of a whole pile of money?”
“I never asked you for anything. Not in the two months I thought things were good between us and not when I figured out I was the other woman. I never once took money from you.”
“Did she give you the song and dance how she was a virgin?” He was talking to me now. I stood by passively when I really wanted to put a bullet in his Goddamned head. “Have you fucked her yet? Because, let me tell you, if you haven’t, it’s not really worth the trouble. A real cold fish, that one.” He chuckled.
“This just gets better and better.” Wylde grinned. This time, he had an apple. He took bite. “Keep goin’, Stevie boy. Give ‘em what for.”
“Wylde, you’re on thin ice,” Brick said casually. “Don’t instigate things.”
The bastard actually managed to look innocent. “Me? Instigate? I’d never do such a thing! I’m merely wantin’ to see the man who hurt our little Odette pay. If a little blood is spilled, I’m not gonna lose sleep.”
Gleeson grinned. But he wasn’t looking at Odette. He was looking at me. “I bet she tried to get you to fuck her without a condom, too. She did me. Fortunately, I was smarter than that. Bitch was wanting to get pregnant with my child because she thought I’d have to pay child support. The joke’s on her, though. I had a vasectomy.” He chuckled. “I still fucked her bare, though. Who am I to disappoint my favorite whore?”
With every word he spoke, Odette jerked like he’d punched her. She shook her head, like she was denying what he said. I wasn’t sure which part she didn’t like, but I didn’t like any of it.
“You rich?” Wylde continued eating his apple.
Gleeson smirked. “Exceedingly.”
“Bet you didn’t make all that money yourself, though.” The smirk on Wylde’s face was the look that always made me want to punch him in the balls. When Gleeson’s face turned even redder and he looked like he was going to tear Wylde apart with his bare hands, I could relate. The man could seriously get under your skin if you let him. “I only say that because only a dumbshit would provoke that man.” He shrugged. “Or any man his size with that exact expression on his face. Looks like he could rip you limb from limb and sleep like a baby tonight.”
Brick sighed. “Just so you guys know, it was Sting’s idea I bring Wylde. I voted to leave him home.”
Clutch snorted. “Now where would be the fun in that?”