Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
The bastard thinks he has everything planned out.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’m nobody’s dog to order around. He almost killed me two nights ago. I’m not giving him the chance to finish the job. I’ll let him think that I tried, and that Beau refused—which anyone with a brain would know she would. Allen is convinced that she’s some kind of stupid angel who would allow Ty to say goodbye to his mother.
I know better.
Still, the bitch who just strutted into my son’s school is the reason I’m in this mess. If she wasn’t in the picture, BB would have caved just like he always does. Now, I’m going to have to leave. I conned Allen into thinking they were getting ready to cut my electric off and he tossed me four hundred dollars like it was chump change—with the promise that if I didn’t deliver results today, he’d make me pay tonight. He’s a fucking lunatic. I collected the rent that was owed on the rental unit BB purchased for me. Gave my brother my keys but told him to lay low for a week or so, and I’m leaving. Right after I serve a certain bitch with some karma. I watch her disappear inside and I get out. I make it over to Beau’s car and kneel down the side that’s not facing the front door of the school. I know I don’t have much time. Allen might think he can keep the men tailing Beau occupied, but I know better. I have very limited time to do this. It doesn’t take me long. Dating BB for as long as I did, taught me a lot about working on vehicles. I watched him and let him teach me shit, because he liked it. I pretended to be the perfect old lady, because I knew the kind of money involved but seriously, how he thought a woman would like to work on cars, when all that dirt and grease is involved, is beyond me. Of course, now he has paint can Barbie on his side, so who knows.
I take out the tool from my purse that I had my brother pick up. I don’t know what it’s called, I just know that once I get to where the brake lines hook up, I can twist it a few times and loosen them up—or in my case, disconnect them completely. That is if they aren’t stuck on. I watched BB have to heat one up and pry it loose before. I’m hoping since this bitch seems to live in a garage and shit, that she keeps her cars in good condition.
It takes a bit to get the wrench thingy where I need it. Then, I do have to put some muscle behind it, but I manage to disconnect the line from the fitting. The thrill of victory hits me. Then I slide the tool into my pocket and pull out the tiny pocketknife I have. I jab it quickly in between the thicker tread areas. Just in case she gets out of the mess with the brakes, a flat tire at high speed will do the trick, too.
I have a small second of remorse because I know the bitch will be going down a pretty steep mountain where there are no guardrails. That means Ty will most likely die with her. Or, heck, maybe they’ll both just be hurt really bad. It’s not my say in what happens. I’m just giving karma a leg up to deal with that trifling whore who thought she could push me out of my son’s life and take over a role that was always supposed to be mine. I know what BB said, but if I had more time to work the angle that Ty wanted me back in his life and wanted his parents together, BB would have given in. He always does if he thinks it’s what Ty wants. That’s why this bitch has to pay for what she’s done. She ruined everything.
I quietly make it back to my car, start it up, and then make my plan to get the hell out of Dodge. I have to leave before Allen knows what I’ve done. I dial his number, my heartbeat thundering in my ear.
“Yeah?”
“She gave in immediately, just like you said. She said she’d meet me tomorrow afternoon at the KFC,” I lie. I know he’ll find out the truth tonight or tomorrow, depending on how pissed he gets when I don’t show. Still, I need every minute I can get to stay in front of the asshole. If he catches me, I’ll be praying for death. I can’t allow that to happen.
“Good. I told you. Beau has a huge heart. She’s not wired like the two of us. Now, when will you get your ass over here?”