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Chapter Eight

Paul King sat in his motel room He would make sure the bitch paid for what she’d done to hiun, two rifles, and his pistol With every law for him, he would need help from someone he could trust

Of course, his nepheas the first to come to his mind

Paul had ditched his cell awhile back, knowing the authorities would be able to track him that way So, he dialed the boy from the room’s phone

No answer Damn it!

He should’ve run the cunt through with the knife back at Norh hiet back to Wilde and fix his missteps with that bitch

Paul picked up the pistol and aimed it at his forehead’s reflection in the mirror on the wall

Noup daisies in forty-eight hours or less, he’d fucking do it

In his backyard, Austin flipped the steaks on the grill The night was quiet, but he’d leaned his rifle against the wall, just in case souest showed up

Paul King was still out there

Until the fucker was captured, Austin would have a weapon always at the ready Hell, even after that When it ca Jessie, he would never take shortcuts

Before drifting off to sleep, she’d ordered her steak well done He couldn’t iine how she could eat her meat that way He liked his rare That was just another exa each other It apparently even extended into dietary preferences

As the sizzling of the sirloins quieted, Austin realized he histling God, had he ever done that before? No Having Jessie in his hoed him He felt happy

He’d worked hard to get her to a state where she would give over all her power, but he believed he’d succeeded She was ready