Page 21 of Desperate Valentine

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, approaching my window.

I’m still pissed at him, but his words make me blush anyway. “Cut the bullshit. What are we doing?”

“We’ll take my truck. I have to pay someone a visit.”

“Someone?” I say as I open my door to get out of my car.

“Someone Gunner needs me to have words with.”

“Words. Yeah, I’m sure.”

I hop into his truck and before I know it, we’re parked outside a house on the outskirts of town.

As soon as we park, I look around us for some indication as to who might own the place. Whoever it is, they’re extremely wealthy, judging by the expensive sports car parked in front of the garage and the appearance of the house itself.

“Where are we?” I quietly ask.

“Charles Jensen lives here.”

“Shit. Does this have to do with Mila?”

“Something like that.”

We walk up to the door and Jude knocks several times before someone finally answers.

“May I help you?” the man says, a snarky look on his face.

“Charles? I’m here to speak about your son. Can I have a word?”

“What about my son? Unless you’re going to tell me where he is, you can turn around and leave my property.”

“That’s rather harsh. I’m trying to help, sir. All you have to do is let me in.”

“Alright, but I don’t have a lot of time. I have meetings this afternoon.”

Charles steps aside, motioning for us to come in. We head into what I assume to be his office and he sits down behind a large wooden desk. Jude remains standing, leaning against the door frame with me right behind him.

“Have a seat,” Charles insists, pointing to the chair in front of the desk.

“That won’t be necessary. I’m used to being on my feet most of the day,” Jude laughs. “Now, about your piece of shit son…”

“Excuse me?” Charles goes to stand up in a fury, but Jude quickly pulls a knife out of his pocket and points it toward him.

“Sit,” Jude says with his teeth clenched together.

“What do you know? Where the fuck is he?” Charles stammers, plopping his ass back down in the chair.

“All I know is that he’s no longer a problem. My only job is to make sure you don’t become a problem as well.”

“I’ve already spoken to the girl. It’s obvious that she’s guilty.”

“You have evidence of this, sir?”

“Well—uh—no, but she was the last one with him.”

“Hmm. Sounds like you just want someone to blame.”

“She’s a liar.”

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