Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Women.”
“You’ve been married over ten years and you’re asking us for advice?” Lash asked, looking confused.
“I’ve not exactly made it a success. I fucked up.”
“Yeah, man, what the fuck was going through your head when you fucked another woman?” Lash asked. “I wouldn’t dream of fucking on Angel. She’s my world. I love her, and I’d die for her.”
“I love and I’d die for Rose. I was young, okay? I was young, an idiot, and I fucked up. Nothing was going through my head at the time. I’ve regretted it ever since.” He stared at the two men he respected in this life.
“I cheated on Patricia all the time,” Tiny said. “I never once cheated on Eva. I was young, and Patricia was a nagging bitch. She pissed me the fuck off all the time. I loved her, but she made it hard for me to love her.”
“Eva would cut your balls off,” Lash said.
“She would, and she’d probably feed them to me. I don’t want to have the taste of my nuts in my mouth.” Tiny shuddered. “Anyway, what advice do you want?” he asked.
“Women, I want to know if you guys go out for your woman’s personal things?” Hardy’s cheeks were heating. He never thought in the whole of his life that he had to consider this.
“Yeah, I have to. Angel denied me sex when I refused to get her some personal woman’s things. She said to me if I’m not willing to help her out, then I didn’t deserve her. I learned my lesson. I’ve held Angel while it has been bad and her stomach has been cramping. I’ve given her massages, foot rubs, and I’ve cleaned up her vomit.” Lash smiled. “Like I said, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my woman. Angel would do it all for me.”
“I’ve always gotten Eva’s things. Wouldn’t dream of denying her,” Tiny said. “What’s this about?”
Hardy let out a breath. “I’m just having my eyes opened on a shitload of things. Nothing for you to worry about.”
He shook their hands and made his way out of the room. Baker and Rose were waiting for him. Baker gave him a strange look, but he didn’t pay him much attention.
“Is everything okay?” Rose asked.
“More than okay.”
****
“Are you okay?” Lacey asked, rubbing Whizz’s back. He was so damned tired, and he couldn’t find the information that Gash wanted from him. There was only one woman he could detect, and she’d been through hell and back, and it wasn’t even the woman that Gash wanted. It was another woman, a woman who had known Gash in the past. From the information that Gash had given him, this woman’s only problem was because she didn’t come forward for him at the time. There was one hell of a reason why she didn’t come to help Gash. The information that he’d gotten from Gash had concerned both a woman and a man, but there were two women linked to Gash during that time. Both women had lived in the same apartment, and one accused Gash of rape and murder. The other had disappeared during that time. Whizz had found the wrong woman, and he couldn’t just hand that information over to Gash, not yet.
Could he risk giving him the details of a woman that was only linked to the one Gash actually wanted? What if Gash decided to kill this innocent woman?
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay.” She helped remove his leather jacket, and he leaned back in his chair as she started to run her hands all over his chest. Closing his eyes, he basked in her touch. He wasn’t in a rush to take over or to tell her what he wanted. “Talk to me?”
“This shit with Gash. I don’t know what to do.”
“You can’t find the people he wants?”
“No. Whoever wiped them off the face of the earth did a damn good job.” He threw his keyboard on the desk, knocking over a mini box of pens, and scuffing the post-it notes he had on top.
“Don’t do that, baby. Don’t get angry.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” He grabbed the keyboard, and brought up the details he could. “This woman is all I can find, and look at what happened to her.”
Whizz shook his head as Lacey started to read. “Fucking hell.”
“Tell me about it. My access is denied for everything. The two people Gash is looking for are protected. He fucked off the wrong people. Either someone’s protecting them, or I’m losing my fucking touch.” Again, he slammed the keyboard across the desk, climbing off his chair, and pacing the room.
Lacey sat in the middle of the bed staring at him.
Pacing usually helped him.
“Have you thought about Sally?” she asked.
“No. I’m not ready to have this conversation with you, baby. We can’t take on a teenager.”