Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Mr. Nikolaou, I will. Again, it is an honor to plan this event for you,” Cora, the wedding planner, says.
“Thank you. We’ll be in touch,” I say and hang up as I get out of the car to head into the hotel.
I haven’t stopped smiling since this morning when we made the decision. I had to do something to get that sad look out of Shawna’s eyes from last night. She’s been calling back home to check in on Kid. We’ve all been worried about her.
Speaking of which, I want to beat Shawna to it today. I dial Pit and Ox. They are the only two I trust at the moment.
“Yo,” Pit answers.
“Hello,” Ox says next.
“I return tonight. How is she?”
“She’s still not up. Lex went to see her this morning. Leo says they’re hoping she’ll wake in the next few days,” Ox replies.
“Good. Do you have anything for me yet?”
“When it comes to that ghost. Not yet,” Pit says. “As far as your boy. We know it was him. He’s been moving weird and shit. Talking big shit and making promises he can’t keep.”
“You want me to handle him?” Ox offers.
“No, that’s my problem. I just needed confirmation. I plan to turn that TV off myself.”
“I’ll keep digging and running through what I know,” Pit says.
“Thanks. See you at the party.”
“See you, bro,” they say in unison and hang up.
Helios comes to my side and places a hand on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear. Fire fills my veins. Ignoring the conversation I just had with my grandfather, I pull out my phone and dial Achilles.
“What’s up, Josh? I’m pulling into your driveway now.”
“Good. I need you to shut down all and any eyes on my location ASAP. I’m talking blind birds and all. Then find me for the past”—I look down at my watch—“thirty minutes and make me disappear. Can you do that?”
“You know I can.”
“Good. Send me a text as soon as you have that done.”
“I’m on it. I’ll text you in a minute,” he replies.
I hang up and walk into the hotel. Helios follows silently. We ride up to my floor and the doors open. As they do, my phone pings.
Achilles: Done
“Head to your room. I haven’t left mine all morning.”
“Got it.”
Shawna
I’m so confused, but I’m not going to miss out on this opportunity to make this happen for the kids. When this man appeared outside our hotel room door here in Greece, I had no idea who he was at first.
“Um, Mr. Davis. We can sit out here. Would you like a bottle of water?”
I lead him to the balcony where I’ve been sitting, finishing my breakfast and waiting for Josh to return so we can pack our things. This week has been awesome and so romantic, although I do miss the kids.
Especially now as I stand looking into their father’s face. All three of them look like him. Just brown-faced versions.
“No, I’m fine.”
“How did you know we were here? How can I help you?”
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some papers. Smoothing them out, he stares down at them. I glance over and see his signature already on them.
My heart begins to race. He’s giving up his rights. About damn time. I look at him once a few beats of silence pass. Something crosses his face and he looks back up at me with a glare.
“Your friend had me sign, took care of my travel, and said if I came here, that boy would be willing to talk to me about restoring my life. It’s been too long. Too much has happened. I shouldn’t have bothered coming here. I don’t think there’s anything he can do to change my mind.”
“Why is that? I know the kids would like for you to sign.”
“Your boyfriend is an entitled piece of shit. I think he was fucking my wife and then he moved in on my family.”
I want to laugh in his face. True told me, before we left, what really happened, and I believe every word he said.
“My husband is a kind man. He only wants the best for those children. I know, for a fact, he was never romantically involved with your wife.”
“Listen, bitch,” He roars and stands from his seat. Before I know it, he has my knife from breakfast clenched in his hand, pointing it at me. “I want my fucking life back. Those kids should be in a fucking home, not living better than I ever have. Truman doesn’t need a fucking Mercedes. He’s sixteen. I worked for that BMW your boyfriend destroyed.”
“Mr. Davis—”
“Josh,” I gasp as he rushes out onto the balcony and grabs Mr. Davis by the throat, the knife falling from his grasp. Josh backs him against the railing. I hold my breath as I watch Josh with his chest heaving.