Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
She wrapped her arms around her body which made me realize what she was wearing, a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. She was either preparing to go to bed or had already been there. It made me wonder if she weren’t wearing a robe on purpose answering the door like this. Was she expecting someone else? A lover perhaps?
“I’m sure you didn’t come over to critique my haircut. What do you want?” her husky voice cut into my chaotic thoughts.
Straight to the point. Cute. “I thought I should compliment you on your nice acting job today.”
Frankie sighed, her full lips parting slightly. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’ve come here to insult me, please leave. I’ve had a long day, and I’d like to get some rest.”
Her need to cling to this mock innocence made my blood boil. “Oh, just drop the act. The stoic widow role you played today may have fooled some people, but I know what you’re really like.”
She rolled her eyes skyward and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Duly noted. Can you leave now?”
I clenched my fists at my sides willing myself not to do her bodily harm. The fucked up thing about this entire situation was that despite all she’d done, not to mention she was my brother’s widow, I still wanted her. Torn between strangling her or pulling her into my arms and fucking her raw, I took the only appropriate option available, I lashed out. “Not until I’m damn good and ready. You may think you’ve gotten away with what you’ve done, but you’re sorely mistaken.”
She raised her chin with a defiant tilt. “And what exactly is it that you believe I’ve done? You’ve come this far. You might as well have the balls to say it out loud instead of throwing out angry innuendos.”
That did it. “You fucking bitch. So this is the game you want to play? Fine, I’ll say it. You killed my brother, maybe not directly, but if it weren’t for you, he’d still be alive. And I won’t rest until you’ve paid. Everywhere you turn, I’ll be there. There’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you. I will destroy you until your every waking moment is a nightmare. I will make sure you won’t get any peace of mind for the rest of your miserable life, you evil whore.”
Besides a slight flinch of her delicate shoulder, Frankie gave no other reaction which incensed me even more. She didn’t have the right to be this unaffected.
Closing the gap between the two of us I grasped her by the neck and lowered my face until our noses touched. A few more inches and our lips would be touching. The temptation was strong, but my rage was stronger. “Did you fucking hear what I just said?”
She blinked giving me that stone-faced look I hated. “Every word. If trying to ruin my life makes you feel better, then do your worse. It’s not going to bring Kenny back.”
I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed. “Don’t you fucking say his name! You don’t have the right! I know it won’t bring him back. I just call this good old fashion revenge. And it’s coming your way.” Her eyes bulged, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. If I kept squeezing, she’d be dead. It briefly crossed my mind to not let go, but common sense finally took over. I abruptly released my hold on Frankie, sending her stumbling back.
With one final glare in her direction, I turned and stormed out of the house. It was either that or kill her. And I had something much worse than death in store for her.
Chapter One
Frankie
“Ms. Harris, may I see you in my office for a moment?” Mr. Morris, the director of human resources, requested as I stepped out of my patient’s room.
I couldn’t stop the frown that drooped my lips because his tone caught me off guard. Normally whenever I ran into Mr. Morris, he was pretty upbeat and friendly. Every now and then he’d tell me a corny Dad joke that didn’t make sense half the time, but I’d smile politely. This time, however, the stern lines etched on his face told me that he wasn’t requesting my company to exchange pleasantries.
“Is anything the matter?” I’ve only worked at this nursing home for three weeks, and though I’m still in my probationary period, I was certain I’d followed my duties to the letter. I was slowly getting to know the residents, and I believed I was building a good rapport with them. There should have been no cause for complaint. “What’s the matter?” I asked again, slightly less composed than a minute earlier. Judging from his body language, this couldn’t be anything good.