Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Now we had a guard all the time, and there were multiple of them.
The nightshift guard greeted us as we exited the building.
He’d been making a round of the building, and had his flashlight out.
“Hey, Horace.” I smiled. “Have a nice night.”
He dipped his chin and kept walking.
“He’s so talkative,” I teased.
Copper threw his arm around me and said, “I’ll take your apartment.”
I grinned. “Awesome.”
But secretly, I had another reason for grinning.
Because Reign Lee Lake lived in my building, two floors beneath me.
Copper would have no choice but to face his past, whether he liked it or not.
Dima came out of the shadows, and Copper tensed before releasing a relieved breath. “You shouldn’t do that.”
“Wanted to see if your night guard would notice me.” He shrugged, uncaring that he’d scared my brother. “He did. Good guy. Made me show him my ID and everything and called in to the security office to verify that I should be here.”
“Good,” Copper said. “He came highly recommended by a friend.”
“I like him.” Dima nodded. “You ready to go home?”
“What about my car?”
Dima curled his lip. “I’m sure it’ll be fine in the parking lot. Horace is very good at his job.”
I smiled. “You just want it to be stolen.”
“It’s in desperate need of an upgrade.” He chuckled.
“I’ll take that, too,” Copper said. “Runs great. I’ve kept that thing running since I was a kid along with my grandfather. Buy her a good SUV. Cars nowadays are useless.”
Dima and him talked shop for a few more minutes, then they parted.
I gave Copper my keys before he left, both to the house and the car.
“I’m moving out Sunday completely. But I’ll probably not be back. Can you let them in? Oh, and keep whatever you want. You can tell them what they can take,” I suggested.
Copper rolled his eyes. “You just don’t want to deal with the movers.”
“Maybe,” I admitted.
Dima snaked his arm around my waist and didn’t interrupt, even though I could practically feel his excitement.
The moment Copper was on his Harley, Dima pulled me completely into his chest, then placed both of his large palms on my face before saying, “You’re moving in?”
“I love you, Dima. Of course I’m moving in.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” he teased.
“I know what I want.” I shrugged. “And what I want is you.”
Sometimes you win, sometimes you show them it was beneficial to let you win.
—Dima’s secret thoughts
DIMA
* * *
I hadn’t planned on going to jail today, but there I was, doing it.
Hours prior
My first stop was to the sleep center.
Breaking into places during the middle of the day was slightly harder than at night due to the potential of being seen easier, but this was the part of Dallas that didn’t snitch on anyone.
So, instead of going through the back, I went through the front.
Though, I did have a ski mask on to protect my identity.
Once there, I hacked into their computer systems with hilarious ease and found the address for one Cornelius Stone, thirty-nine.
He lived in Irving with his wife, Jacinda Stone, who was also thirty-nine.
His emergency contact, however, wasn’t his wife at all, but a woman named Natasha Leo.
Interesting.
I wondered if this was a family member or an affair partner.
Either way, I was thinking Stone had his fingers in too many pots.
I’d spent the day trying to find information on him and had come up incredibly empty.
Like, no joke, there was no Stone anywhere on the internet. His name wasn’t even listed on the damn business page on their window cleaning business.
Though, I did notice that he had quite a few less than stellar reviews.
Apparently, it wasn’t only me that thought he’d done a horrible job cleaning windows. Who knew?
Yesterday, when I’d spoken to him in the parking lot, I hadn’t outright said that I was going to kill the man if he kept following my woman, but I’d made him think that there was a possibility.
I’d gotten very good at saying my words in such a way that I could never be incriminated in case there was a camera recording me.
But after what I’d heard last night from Keely, about how he’d been following her more than just at the pet store, I’d decided that a more in depth warning was necessary.
Hence me being at a doctor’s office in the middle of the day looking for the address of the man.
After acquiring that address, I locked back up and headed to Irving on my bike, making sure to go the speed limit so I wouldn’t be stopped before I accomplished what I’d set out to accomplish this morning.
The address took me to a place on the outskirts of Irving, closer to Plano.
The house was in a subdivision that was filled with people. Each house had a lot of decorations, signifying that they were well lived in, except for the creep’s house.