Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“It’s fine, Bunny. That’s Davis. He lives next door.” I don’t think we have the same idea of what next door is. There is no next door here. There are acres upon acres that separate the properties here.
I take another step outside. I look down to see the blood that’s dripping from where Jameson hit Michael on the head. I can tell from his chest rising and falling that he’s still knocked out. I grab Jameson looking him over, making sure he’s okay. He doesn’t seem to have a bullet wound.
“I heard gunshots.” I look between him and this Davis guy.
“I was just giving him a scare,” Jameson says. Davis says nothing. I peek over at him. The man is giant and dressed all in black. His face is covered in a beard. A dog, just as hairy as he is, sits beside him not leaving his owner's side.
“How did he find me?” I glance down at Michael, wondering if this will ever end.
“I have a feeling his family might have. After I started dismantling their lives.”
“What?” I ask, confused. Did Jameson say that he went after Michael’s family?
“I’ll fill you in later.” He leans down, giving me a quick kiss. “Go put some clothes on. PJ is already en route and so is the FBI.” I look down at myself, remembering I’m only in a robe.
“Oh.” I jump, rushing back inside. I hurry to find something to wear. My only options are getting back into my yoga pants and one of Jameson’s shirts. I grab the boots his mom lent me, slipping them on.
When I come back out I see Michael has been tied up. Red and blue lights show in the distance. Jameson wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his big body.
“You okay?” I ask. He had no idea what he was going out to deal with when he’d left the house. But he did it anyway.
“I’m fucking great.”
I look up at him. He’s smiling. It makes me smile too.
“You’re going to make sure he never sees the light of day, aren't you?” It’s not really a question. I know he is. He merely shrugs. I go back to resting my head on his chest as the lights draw closer. That Davis guy looks over to us a few times. He almost looks curious before he goes back to the stoic thing he has going on.
“It’s over, Bunny.” Jameson kisses the top of my head. Some things are over but other things are just beginning. PJ is the first to roll up. She gets out of the black SUV before it even comes to a stop.
“You never drive that fast when I ride with you,” I say, trying to lighten her mood. I can tell from the look on her face she’s fit to be tied. She doesn't look my way. She’s making a beeline straight for Michael, who is starting to slowly wake up.
“Why don't you head inside?” Jameson gives my ass a squeeze. Michael’s eyes lock on me when they finally fully open. He starts to smile. Jameson tries to move me behind him but PJ steps right in Michael's line of sight of me. She pulls back her hand. I hear a crack and I have no doubt she punched him right in the nose.
“Nice swing,” Davis says to her. Now he’s smiling.
“Who the fuck are you?” I hear her ask as more black vehicles pull up, red and blue lights spilling from them as the sun starts to rise. Officers of the law fill Jameson’s front lawn.
“I’ll go make coffee for everyone.” I tilt my head back, offering my mouth. Jameson takes it. “I hope this doesn't take too long.” This time I squeeze his ass before letting him go to head inside. I don’t have to look back to know Jameson is watching me go. I never plan on looking back after today, only forward to my life with Jameson.
17
Jameson
“Why are you still here?” I lean up against my kitchen counter, taking a long sip of my coffee. My eyes eat up Bunny as she sits talking to PJ. They disappeared for a while to the bedroom and now they are snacking on the food I made for them while I waited for them to come out of the bedroom. I had to do something to keep busy. None of that explains why Davis is still here. But if I had to guess it has something to do with PJ.
“I was hungry.” He takes a bite of one of the grilled cheese sandwiches. He’s hungry all right. His eyes haven’t left PJ since she came rolling out of that SUV and broke Michael’s nose. It is all very interesting to watch. Davis never shows interest in anything. I can sympathize with the man. I’m guessing I looked the same way after laying eyes on Bunny. While he’s here, I might as well pry some information from him.