Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re his bodyguard. Shouldn’t you know the answer to that?” He made a tsking sound. “Wow. You’ve lost him, haven’t you? Cyn and Sam are going to be furious with you.” His hands lowered like he no longer had anything to worry about. “You’d better pray he’s just at another wild party and not in the hands of someone who wants to hurt him. If you let anything happen to Micah, they could never forgive you.” He laughed. “Hell, man, your career would be over.”
I stared at the monster that had fathered the man I’d fallen in love with. The looks were similar, but that was the extent of it—Micah had a beautiful heart. This bastard didn’t possess a heart or soul. “Only Cyn and Sam…not you?” I asked quietly. “One would think his father would be worried, as well. Why aren’t you worried, Gentry?”
He looked shaken for a split second, but then recovered quickly. “Because I know my son—he’s at a party. Cyn overreacted over the threatening messages—all models get them. It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Another Cheshire grin. “It helped with publicity, but that’s about the extent of it. Any publicity is good publicity, right?”
There wasn’t a point in mentioning he’d said ‘wasn’t that big of deal’ versus ‘isn’t that big of deal.’ He might not realize I knew he was responsible for Micah’s disappearance, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. Trying another approach, I said, “Trevor didn’t die, you know? He’s alive, singing like a bird to the Italian police.” I kept my gun leveled on his head. “Now…would you like to tell me where Micah is? It isn’t too late, Gentry. At this point, it’s simply kidnapping. Let me help you end it with just an abduction charge.”
The Trevor comment did it—a spark of fear brightened his eyes and he frantically looked around the deserted marina. Nope. Nobody there to stop me from putting a bullet inside his brain.
“Again…I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you referring to that sissy model he talks to some? He was always too good for the likes of Trevor. I have no idea why he wasted his time on that worthless cause.”
“Where the fuck is he, Gentry!” I roared. “There’s only one way you’re walking away from this marina alive and that’s if you can prove to me that Micah is still alive. That’s it; nothing else will work. Either you’re dead or you give me Micah—that’s the end of your options. I tracked him. I know he was out in that boat with you. No more fucking lies. Let me save him. Where is he?”
A different look crossed his eyes—not fear or concern for his own life. It could only be described as pure evil…soulless. It was as if he were possessed with a demon. His eyes darkened, going almost black. He laughed and snarled his teeth at me. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you, Honeycutt? You and Sam are just the same, thinking you’re better than everybody else. Well, you aren’t. You couldn’t save him, asshole. You turned your back on him one time too many.” His laughter grew louder. “Oh. My. God. You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s perfect! It only makes my plan even more beautiful. I hate my ex-wife, Samantha, and I fucking hated you on sight. Now I get to hurt you all. This couldn’t get any better if I’d written the story myself.”
He offered me his hands. “Go ahead; arrest me. It’ll be hilarious seeing you try to prove this in court, Honeycutt. You’ve lost it all. Everything. The bastard boy has that effect on people. You should have never gotten yourself mixed up with his bullshit. Just between us men, Jinx has been a total waste of oxygen since he was born. Hell, a total waste of space since he was conceived.”
My finger itched to pull the trigger. The urge to blow his head from his shoulders was too strong. He’d done it—he’d killed Micah. He’d killed the man I loved. He’d stolen everything from me. I might have taken an oath to uphold the law, but law be damned. I couldn’t allow the man to live another day—he was the one that was a waste of oxygen.
Just as I was about to pull the trigger, Sam’s voice came across my watch—loud enough for both of us to hear it. “Don’t do something stupid, Landon. Let the authorities handle this. I’ve got every word he’s said on tape. Cuff him and leave him there. Trust me, Landon. It will be handled properly. Don’t dirty your own hands with this.” I could hear the tears in her voice. I could her Cynthia, Micah’s mother, wailing in the background. I knew what Sam was saying—Gentry would be dead before the authorities ever found his body, if they found his body.