Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I walked in through the front door, closing it behind me with a quiet snick. I followed the sound of the music to the back bedroom that we had just added onto the back of the duplex.
The house originally had two bedrooms, one being mine, and the other being a home office that housed nearly all of the files and computers that we used for the garage. Knowing that we didn’t have the room we needed, I called a contractor I knew from the army and he came out and gave me a quote. Once we discussed the price and details, they started on it the very next day. They were able to add on the new addition in only three weeks, working overtime to do it.
“Don’t stop believin’!” I heard Cheyenne singing to the Journey song that was blaring from the radio. I watched her sway her ass in time with the tune as I leaned in the doorway. She was painting the nursery. It looked like an explosion of red and white. It looked like someone puked a circus up, but I wasn’t going to say a word. As long as she was happy.
“The smell of wine and cheap perfume!” she sang once more, strangling the word perfume with a high pitched squealing sound that in no way came close to sounding like perfume was supposed to sound.
“Who sings this song?” Ember asked.
“Journey.” Cheyenne answered.
“Well then why don’t you let them sing it?” She asked.
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Bitch, I want to throw you in a ditch.” Cheyenne sang, then threw the small paintbrush at her that she was using to paint the trim.
Ember squealed when it landed in her hair. She raised her hand to throw her own brush back but I cleared my throat before this became a mess that I ended up cleaning up.
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat.
Both of them jumped and turned towards me.
“What are you two doing in here?” I asked.
“We are painting, what does it look like we are doing?” Cheyenne asked snottily.
Apparently she was still mad at me.
It had been a little over a month since she was taken. I went to every one of her appointments myself. She was getting a little testy about being followed around everywhere. She didn’t even get to leave our house and come to the shop by herself. Unfortunately I couldn’t see a better way to go about protecting her. I barely was able to sleep four hours at night. I would lie beside her, and my brain just wouldn’t shut down. Cheyenne was up every two hours herself because of the babies. If she wasn’t peeing, she was shifting from side to side to get comfortable. Cheyenne’s hormones were killing me. Every little thing set her off.
I also recommended that she leave her job. I was fully capable of supporting her, and she was so big and pregnant that she wasn’t able to do as much as she used to. She barely fit behind the wheel. She had just finished her classes for the winter, and Christmas was just around the corner. She didn’t like that I asked her to quit her job. She did see the value in leaving though. She hated the job, she just didn’t want to leave when I had suggested it.
“I’m still not speaking to you.” She said, and then went to pick up the brush that was lying on the plastic that covered the carpet.
“Oh give it a rest already, Cheyenne. You were just saying how happy you were that you didn’t have a job anymore.” Ember said.
“I’m not speaking to him because he wouldn’t have sex with me this morning. I’m not mad that he asked me to quit anymore. I was over that last night.” She said to Ember ignoring me.
I smiled and let out a little laugh, remembering how our morning had panned out.
∞
I had received a call from Jack saying he had urgent news, and to meet him in the office in five minutes. I was however in the process of sucking Cheyenne’s responsive pink nipples. It was not a good time, but Jack wouldn’t have called me if it wasn’t important.
“I gotta go, baby. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I whispered into her ear.
I rushed to get on my jeans, boots and long sleeved black shirt. I pulled my bomber jacket on, pulled my beanie over my head, and gave Cheyenne another quick kiss before exiting through the front door.
I walked into the down room five minutes later on the dot. Gabe, James, Jack and Max were already there lounging on the couches and the lazy boy recliner. All had a cup of coffee and a donut in their hands. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup in my favorite mug that Cheyenne had gotten me.
I snagged a cake donut out of the box and turned to Jack.
“Well?” I asked.
“We got him.” Jack said.
I smiled, remembering the last time he had said that to me. It was much the same as it was now; I had left Cheyenne sleeping in bed when I got a call from Jack in the middle of the night asking me to meet in the garage. I walked in through the side door of the garage into the common area where the rest of the guys were gathered around waiting for me, and Jack didn’t bull shit around.
“We got him.” Jack said.
Everyone leaned forward in their seats waiting to hear more. We all knew he was talking about Malcolm.
“Tell me.” I demanded.
“He has been frequenting a certain gentleman’s club. Apparently he got a little rough with one of the dancer’s last night and exposed himself. The woman didn’t press charges, so the officer that was there couldn’t arrest him. He got a description though, and it matches the same one that Cheyenne gave us. Blonde hair, black eyes, scar that circles his upper right arm. Goes by the name of Justin Lamont. It ran over the police scanner this morning around one, and I have been digging ever since. I spoke with the club owner, and he gave me a credit card that he used to buy drinks last night. So I ran the card name and number and found that he has rented a month by month room in the downtown area.”