Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Using a calendar and being what she called “a little extra” with Outlook folders and things like that made her feel like she had some semblance of control. She had even taken the time to color code all of her appointments and included the due dates for bills and the deadlines to sign up for classes, even though she hadn’t planned on taking any this semester.
So I knew if she had plans, they would be on that calendar.
If not, then I’d go to the apartment that I had set up for her. If she wasn’t there, I would turn over every single rock in this entire city until I found her and made things right. This could not wait until Monday.
When I had her by my side where she belonged, I would woo her with all the highlighters and Post-it Notes she could ever want. I would buy her an entire office supply store if that was what she wanted. Hell, I would take her to Japan to buy fancy Japanese stationary. Anything to make her happy.
There was a single entry in the calendar for tonight, in a pale pink color, signifying that it was personal.
Date night: with Detective D at Gianna’s in East Village.
I stared at the entry for a good two to three minutes, not quite understanding what it meant.
She was on a date with another man. That man. Detective Patrick Doyle.
My woman was sitting in a romantic restaurant with that dirty jackass of a detective.
Fuck, that asshole moved fast.
That detective was a dirty cop. He may not have had the last name of the Irish mob, but his mother did. He was the nephew of one of the enforcers who had committed countless crimes and had even been one of the names that appeared repeatedly on tampered evidence logs. Of course, in the precinct he used his legal name, Patrick Doyle, but he introduced himself using his nickname, Patrick D.
There was no way she could have known that this man was a danger to her, and I didn’t know if he was flirting with her to see what she was working on and to try to get information or if he just realized exactly how beautiful she was, and it was a pure coincidence.
Either way, it wasn’t happening. He had pushed too far, gotten too close, and tried to take what was mine. With a deep breath, I decided this was enough. There would be no more asking. There would be no begging. I was done trying to be reasonable.
Eddie was going to come to the realization that she was mine, and there wasn’t a goddamned thing she could do about it.
I had enough to go after the detective. It wasn’t as much as I liked. He was a slippery son of a bitch, and I wanted bail denied and a slam dunk case, but it was enough. I made the necessary calls and had a warrant for his arrest issued within minutes.
Then, I called the police commissioner and called in a favor. The man owed me several, and when I told him that we were going to go pick up not just a dirty cop but the pocket cop of a mob family, he was ready to pull out all the stops.
It had been so long since I had been on a ride-along and been part of an arrest that didn’t happen in a courtroom, I’d forgotten how much fun they could be.
My body was humming with adrenaline. Part of me wanted to believe it was because the case I had worked on for so long was finally starting, but this wasn’t like every other big case. This excitement had to do with Eddie being a part of it. As much as this was a big case for my career, it was going to be huge for hers.
When we got to the restaurant, I immediately saw them in a booth in the back corner. She was stunning, wearing a simple, dark blue silk blouse that made her eyes seem to glow, and a sexy little black pencil skirt that hugged her ass in just the right way.
Her golden hair was down and in loose waves, and her makeup was light, but a darker red lipstick made her lips look fuller and more kissable. They looked like they would taste like cherries, and I wanted to sink my teeth into them. But I wouldn’t, not until she begged. She would be begging for more than just my kiss by the end of the night.
Jealousy burned in my gut, replacing the anticipation I had been feeling. I wanted her to dress like that for me. I wanted her to wear that silver necklace that hung in the deep “V” of her blouse right between her breasts for me. I wanted everything she was doing to be for me, not the dirty cop that she was sitting with.