Maybe sleeping pills or some Xanax.
Fuck, maybe I should have been hitting up John’s bar to get some liquid relaxation. He sells all that shit that makes you blackout drunk. Though me not being a drinker might be an issue…
“Fuck!” I scream out loud again as I slam my hand on the steering wheel.
I need to let out some fucking aggression, and since I can’t fuck my way into slumber…
Damn it all, I know who I have to fucking call.
Pressing the speed dial button on the dashboard monitor, there’s a single ring before the call is connected.
“What is it?” Simon sneers into the phone.
“What’s the info on the cop who fucked all this shit up?” I ask him.
“Officer Morrison,” Simon says over the sound of fast typing in the background.
Morrison, he’s the fucker who didn’t pull back. He’s the fucker who stopped the Russian’s cars and fucking started the snowball effect.
Two men dead, one of those being Sophia’s father.
Either he couldn’t follow fucking orders and had to play the hero, or he was ordered to do it by someone else.
“I want to torture the fucker,” I snarl out to myself and Simon.
“I’m still looking into his personal records and banking statements,” Simon says. “We need to wait before grabbing him. I’ll have the information soon.”
“Good enough,” I say, then ask, “Look, I’m going to get Sophia from her dad’s house. Is her phone location still tracked to there?”
“I’ve strongly advised Matthew against allowing you to do this current action, James,” Simon says.
“Like I give a fuck!” I snap at him before slamming my thumb on disconnect.
Fucking straitlaced shitbird.
Easing off the interstate to head into the south side of Garden City, I feel like running through the red light at the end of the off-ramp. It won’t get me there any faster though. This is an affluent neighborhood, and where the police like to patrol and catch assholes blasting through red lights.
Turning right off the exit, I goose the pedal to get me up to five miles over the limit. Becoming a sleek shadow as I slip through the traffic.
I may be in a hurry, but this BMW gives me the same smooth control as my long-barreled rifle. It bends to my wishes and moves as if nothing is in its way.
Thank fuck I don’t see any cops once I start hitting the suburbs proper. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t like that I’m barely hitting the brakes for the stop signs.
Taking a deep breath, I hold it in and count to five before letting it slowly expel from my lungs.
Gotta get my calm going.
Gotta get my sanity in check.
I feel feverish right now. After all this inner turmoil I’ve been dealing with, I’m finally going to be in front of her again.
Even if I’m not ready for it.
It’s been seven months…
And that kiss we shared had me ready to impregnate her right then and there.
But it was only one fucking kiss.
I haven’t seen her since she screwed up and got Beth’s ass kidnapped. Not close up, at least.
She hasn’t seen me since I was a bastard to her.
The hurt look she had in her eyes when I forced her to go home with Simon… And then the stuff I said at Johnathan’s house…
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
She hasn’t seen me since Johnathan’s, though I’ve been acting like her fucking stalker.
I’ve kept her ass from being roofied at a club. Stopped a guy that was following her too close for my taste on a dark street.
I might have even paid off a credit card or two.
She’s like this living, talking, walking broken mirror. Bad luck just follows her tight sexy ass everywhere.
But yeah, she doesn’t even know I give two fucks about her.
And now my ass is about to come kicking down her door for her own safety.
Leaning forward, I knock my forehead against the steering wheel a couple times.
I’m so fucked.
Fucked with a dildo right up the shit pipe.
Slowing my car down as I finally reach her street, I take another deep breath and give myself a ten count.
Just relax, it’s not like that kiss didn’t fucking sear her soul.
I’ve got that kind of power.
She hasn’t been dating or talking to any of the douchebags who have been hitting on her.
I have really damn good lips, so I just need to relax.
If she fights at all, I’ll just kiss her until she remembers that night in the dark with my arms wrapped around her.
Damn, she felt so good to have in my arms…
She felt right.
Red and blue lights suddenly light up the night, flashing in front of Sophia’s house, and my heart skips a couple of beats.
Right there, parked in front of her house, is a police car.
And it’s not long before I see two more police cars coming up quickly behind me.
Pressing the speed dial, I call that fucker Simon again.