[chapter thirty]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Jimmie's POV~
I've been watching him all week.
Just like he's been watching me.
I've had enough of this tiptoeing around. I've had enough of worrying to death
about Faye. I've had enough of looking at his criminal face every time I go
to work.
"Matt. Outside. We need to talk." I say, my voice dark and commanding
as I approach the younger man.
"Sorry. I'm busy." He says curtly, turning back to the engine block.
"Now." That one word is so infused with anger and venom, he shrugs
slightly and follows me without another word.
"What?" He asks innocently and I resist the urge to put my foot
down his throat.
"You know what. You know exactly what. And you know that I know everything.
So here's what you're going to do. You're going to march into Hendrick's office,
tender your resignation, and then leave town. And never, I repeat, never
contact Faye again."
"Or what?" Matt spits back at me. "Pretty Pussy Boy Johnson
is gonna have me fired?"
"Oh, I'll do more than that." I say with an evil smile. "I'll
have your ass arrested and thrown in jail. I'm guessing you won't be so tough
after those boys in prison do to you what you did to Faye, only a thousand
times worse."
He pales slightly and I resist the urge to cheer. Never underestimate the
fear factor of a rough prison with sex-starved males who hate sexual predators.
Especially predators who beat up their beautiful girlfriends in the process.
"It's your choice." I say, raising an eyebrow. "And you have
about a minute to decide."
"You can't do this. It's blackmail!" He shrieks, his voice rising
as he stares at me.
"I care. Choose." I say, my tone edged with anger.
We hold each other's eyes for a long moment before he nods slightly with a
grin.
"Bitch isn't worth it anyway. I shoulda done that to her a long time
ago. I guess fucking some bitchass driver made her soft. You should have seen
the way she fought me, man..." He whispers conspiratorially in my ear.
I grab his collar, willing every nerve in my body to silence itself. "Leave.
Never come back. Stay away from her. If you don't, you end up in prison. Leave."
"You don't wanna hit me?" He taunts me, watching my other hand clench
and unclench.
"More than you can possibly imagine. But only some candyass, pussy, totally
insecure, emotionally bereft piece of shit tiny little man would use violence
to solve things. Especially with a harmless woman. I'll leave that title to
you."
"Fucker." He snarls as I push him away from me.
"Get out."
I release a breath of air as I watch his retreating back, telling myself to
calm down, praying I just did the right thing and that he'll go quietly.
One problem down, one to go.
The harder one.
Finding Faye.
And making damn sure she knows she can trust me for the rest of her life.