Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Boyfriend,” Creed corrects. The guy manages to fall to his back while he holds his shoulder crying out in pain still. “You want a turn?” Creed asks me. I shake my head and Creed shrugs. “He likes to hit a woman, gets a damn kick from it.” Creed leans down. “Don’t you? I remember Sabrina coming in with black eyes, you fucker.”
Stepping forward, I lean down and hit him straight in the face. It feels good. Almost like it’s taking the stress from me. Something I’ve wanted to do to my brother, punch his fucking head in. Creed steps away and sits on the man’s desk while he waits for the guy to get up, but it takes him a while to do so. And when he does, he doesn’t look straight up at him, he keeps his eyes downcast to the floor, his hand holding his arm which is bleeding.
“Derek.” The door opens and a small blonde woman steps in wearing lingerie. She pauses when she sees him then looks up at Creed. Shutting the door behind her, and locking her in with us, I know who she is. And that’s not just based on the bruises covering her body, it’s because she used to work for us.
“Sabrina, what a pleasure it is to see you again.” She looks to me, worry in her eyes at my words, then turns her head fast to Creed.
“I didn’t…” She shuts up when Derek grunts at her. Her head dropping.
“Sabrina, I’m going to leave. And I’m going to with one warning… to close this shit down. If I were you, I’d make sure he does. Because when I come back to visit, I won’t be so friendly. Do you understand?” Sabrina doesn’t say anything just looks to Derek. Creed walks up, lifts his hand and digs his fingers into the hole that’s in Derek’s arm. He screams, loud. Then Creed drops his arm. “You will shut it down.”
“I’ll have police here, you don’t own everything.”
Creed laughs, shakes his head, and leans in. “But, I do. The police won’t care, you’ll come to realize that. You think you’re the first the person to have tried this? You’re wrong. Tomorrow this time the bullet will meet right between your eyes.” Creed walks off and I follow him.
I hear Derek screaming at Sabrina before their door shuts. He won’t listen, he’s one of those assholes who think they’re entitled to things that aren’t theirs, and they don’t have to work for it. Creed lifts his gun and shoots the sound system making everyone run. I laugh when we’re the last two standing in here then we walk out.
“Think we could take that gun and see my brother?” I ask, jokingly. Or maybe not.
“No. Sort your own shit out,” he says as we get into the car.
“Maybe, just let me play with it then?” He turns his dark eyes on me. And I know him, that without saying a word the answer is no. He was right though, this really helped. I’m not as angry now, and can see that I really fucked up with Storm. Majorly.
23
Storm
Comparing me to her is the lowest of the low. I’m nothing like that woman, nor would I ever do what she has done. Not in a million years. Not even if my heart was on the line. I have morals and hurting someone only to gain my own happiness is not something I believe is right or just. So yes, I lashed out at him. He deserved it.
When I got back to Mel, I didn’t tell her what had happened. There was no point. She was here and excited about her wedding planning, the last thing she needed was a running commentary on my drama with Echo. It baffles me how it’s gotten to the point it’s at now. I’m not even sure how that happened considering we were just meant to be having fun. Maybe the downfall was when I accepted to go with him when I should have said no, and kept all of our personal life out of it. Maybe then, we wouldn’t be in the position we’re in now. One where my heart hurts and anger sits evident every time I think of him.
He tried calling. Mel even started to notice I wasn’t accepting his calls. I could see the questions in her eyes, but she was smart enough to not ask. Thank God.
“You have someone requesting to speak to you at reception. But they aren’t scheduled in your calendar. What would you like me to do?” Vicki asks with her iPad in hand. She’s been better this week, not as bitchy and is actually listening to me. I do have the means to fire her, but I have withheld hoping she’ll change since she’s been with the company for so long.