Capricorn by W. L. Knightly

Author:W. L. Knightly [Knightly, W. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BrixBaxter Publishing
Published: 2018-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

14

Tad

Leaving Bay’s penthouse, he didn’t feel unsafe in the parking garage. In fact, it was the first time he wasn’t looking over his shoulder, but only because he was trying to relax. He had a big shoot in a few hours, and the last thing he needed was more stress lines creasing his forehead. The ones he had, along with the deep circles beneath his eyes, were enough for the makeup team to deal with.

He had been walking around like a zombie since thoughts of killing his uncle had been going back and forth in his mind. He still wasn’t sold on the idea. He unlocked his car as he approached, and then, as he opened the door on his Mustang, he felt a sharp sting on the side of his head and everything went black before he could react.

Rousing in his car sometime later, he felt his head and pulled away bloody fingers, but luckily, the blood had only trickled. His seat had been reclined back, and he checked the time, wondering how long he’d been out. He’d left Bay’s about half an hour ago, and thankfully, he hadn’t missed anything important. He raised his seat and found a note taped to the steering wheel that read: You have one more day, or I will come for the one you love most.

“Hannah,” he whispered. He knew the fucker wasn’t going to have a chance to fuck with his sister if he could help it. Whoever the sick bastard was, he’d be satisfied when he did the deed after his shoot.

He rushed home to clean up and get ready. Just his luck, in the shower, his head started bleeding. He got out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and tried to get it to stop, but he was making a mess. His hair already needed another washing.

“Tad, did you have my—”

He looked up to see his sister’s eyes as big as saucers. “What happened to you?”

“I hit my head on the fucking cabinet door earlier. It’s not serious. It just won’t stop bleeding, and I have my shoot later.”

Hannah crossed the room. “The cabinet, huh? And you didn’t bother asking your sister to help? I’m not buying it, but I’m also too busy to grill you. So, let’s take a look.” She slapped his hand away and examined his head. “It’s got a nasty bruise around it. You really licked it good. Let me get some thread, and I’ll fix you right up.” She gave him a nudge.

“Shit, do I need stitches?”

“No, silly. Just keep your damned fingers out of it and let it scab. It’s already trying to stop bleeding. I could put a sterile strip on it if you want. It would hold it together, but you’ll have to be careful not to comb it out.”

“Could you? I don’t have long, and I don’t want to show up with an open wound leaking everywhere.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

She hurried out and then came back with her first-aid kit.

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