Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
So she was pissed.
Noted.
“You’re taking her home?” Folsom asked.
“I’m taking her home,” I explained. “But I’m staying the night due to a possible concussion.”
“You stay with her or I’ll kill you.” She paused. “And don’t hurt her again, or I’ll kill you a second time.”
Then she was gone.
Morrigan pinched the bridge of her nose, mortified with her best friend.
I winced.
The words she’d said sliced a new, ever-filling hole inside of my heart, reminding me just how badly I’d fucked up.
As if I didn’t have enough guilt, there was more, piling it higher and higher.
“She sounds nice,” I offered.
“How did she just get on there and do that?” Wake asked. “I don’t even have this car hooked up to my phone. Let alone some random’s phone.”
I winced at Morrigan being called random.
Morrigan’s eyes flared, and I could tell that she was pissed as hell at Wake’s chosen words.
She wasn’t random.
She was as far from random as she could get.
“Folsom is a hacker,” Morr said, stating the obvious. “But she’s literally got no morals whatsoever. So anything and everything is on the table for her. If she wants you to know she’s there, she’ll let you know. Otherwise, you’ll never know.”
And now her throat was officially burning.
“Stop talking,” I growled, shooting her a glare into the back seat.
She looked out the window, and I could tell she was wondering if she could get out of having me in her apartment.
“Where are we going?” Wake finally asked.
I turned and looked at Morrigan, who wasn’t looking me in the eyes.
She grimaced and twisted the string from her hospital scrub pants in her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“I’m programming her address into the GPS,” came Folsom’s voice.
Since I was looking at Morrigan’s face when she grimaced, I could practically see the inner wince that went through her. She didn’t want me to know where she lived.
That was a kick in the gut.
“See you soon,” Folsom quipped.
With that parting comment, Wake muttered to himself but started to drive to her place.
I turned around in my seat and got more and more concerned the deeper and deeper we went into the bad part of town.
It wasn’t that there were “bad” parts of Accident, per se, but there were definitely some shady ones that I would really rather someone I cared about not be anywhere near.
And when we finally arrived at the location and I saw Morrigan’s apartment, I winced.
“She’s in 4B,” Folsom said. “I unlocked her apartment for you. But don’t doddle too long. Her neighbors are annoying enough that they’d walk right in if they saw an opportunity. Even if you’re in the parking lot.”
With that, Wake turned the car off after pulling into one of the visitor’s spots and we all stared at the building.
“Isn’t this the apartment complex that had the meth lab raided in it last week? I thought it was condemned,” Wake murmured.
I heard the door open and sighed as Morrigan all but ejected herself out of the seat behind me.
“Good luck,” Wake said as he saw Morrigan hurrying—well, hurrying for her anyway—toward the side of the complex.
I grumbled “thanks” and got out, following behind with Morrigan’s bag of belongings fisted in my hand.
When I rounded the building, I saw no sign of her and cursed.
Hurrying more than I was previously, I sprinted to the exit on the side of the building that most definitely should be locked, and ran straight into Morrigan’s back the moment that I pushed through the door.
“Ooof,” I said. “Sorry, baby.”
My hand automatically went around her waist, and almost instinctively, I pulled her back into me.
When I looked up, it was to find two very large Hispanic males blocking her way.
“Please don’t,” she croaked. “I’ve had a really, really bad day.”
Her hoarse, strangled-sounding voice caused the two males to look at her in surprise, obviously not noticing the marks around her throat until now.
They’d been too busy looking at her other attributes, like her unbound breasts in her scrub top.
“Excuse us,” I said as I shouldered my way past them. “We’re needing to get settled.”
The men moved, but only after giving her one more look over.
Together, we climbed the stairs to the fourth level.
“How do you not get exerted going up these stairs every single day?” I muttered darkly.
“I usually use the elevator,” she murmured softly. “But I saw three of the apartment complex’s resident bad guys and didn’t want to get into it with them. I’m tired.”
I knew she was tired.
She was also exerting herself way more than she should.
I gritted my teeth and climbed the last of the stairs until we got to her level.
Then we walked to her door, finally reaching it just as it opened and a man started to back out with a television in his hands.
I moved until my body was blocking the creep’s way, and looked at him with eyes that clearly said, “Put it back nicely or I’ll kill you.”