Chapter 03
My hand clenched around my cell phone, anger radiating off of me as Larry informed me that he’d spoken to a damn cop. He was so damn desperate to get any information he could on Rebecca, after losing her in the last town she’d been in, he’d walked right into a police station. We had thought Rebecca had finally been done running.
Lawrence had started returning home every few days, only going back to get any updates. I had let him feel the full force of my wrath for losing information on where she was.
In thirteen years we had laid low and never involved any sort of law enforcement in our observations of Becks and that brat tagging along with her. I knew she’d cheated. Sometimes I wondered though. Was she mine? Could I take her from Becks? That would make her come back to me.
How stupid could one jackass be?
If he wasn’t so easily molded into what I needed I would’ve done away with him long ago.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Lawrence?” I practically growled through the phone.
“Yeah, Boss. I just thought it would help. The boys help us back home.”
“You understand what we’re doing is illegal, you dumbass? Not every town has dirty cops.”
“I said I understand, man!” He practically whined.
“Don’t call me again unless you lay eyes on her.” I slammed the phone off, tossing it onto the dirty dresser. I’d gotten too soft. Hadn’t left any calling cards in the last town that bitch had been in. I liked keeping her scared and looking over her shoulder.
I’d gotten distracted with my new girlfriend. Keeping up pretenses in the town I lived in. Rebecca’s name was sullied here and drug through the mud just because I was a beloved ex football star.
I stood, glaring down at the bed my new lay was asleep in. I was still pretending to be a Casanova. These women. So easily fooled. At least this one seemed even more dumb than Rebecca.
I felt myself growing hard just thinking about my ex wife. She’d always cried so prettily for me in bed. Laura stirred as I began stroking my cock.
“Clark?”
I grimaced at the whine in her voice. She didn’t have that alluring huskiness of Becks’ tone.
“Just be quiet and lay back. Spread your legs,” I growled.
The bitch listened immediately. She was stupid enough to not even question my desire for her. I closed my eyes as I sank in roughly, pretending she was my ex wife in tears for me. God I missed some fight and spark. This bitch even pretended to get off every time. Maybe it was time to finally bring Becks home.