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father's smug expression as he told his son that he was right? That Keisha was only in this for the money?
She slowly raised a hand from the handlebar, her fingers shaking as she reached out, accepting the check.
The man gave her a sickening smile. "Good girl." He pressed the check into her open palm. "And just like that, you're a millionaire."
Millionaire. Rich. Just like the Cunninghams.
She brought her other hand up, cradling the check as she stared at it until the words blurred into one another.
"No," she whispered. She wouldn't be bought off, or made to disappear. Not by him. Not by anyone.
She steeled her gaze as the man wavered, visibly confused. "I wouldn't expect someone like you, who does a man like Conrad Cunningham's dirty work, stalking women and making veiled threats, to understand." She folded the check in half then ripped it, tossing the scraps at the flabbergasted man. Conrad's bribe rained down all around him. "You can tell him that Keisha Wallace said he can go to hell."
She took his gaping surprise as an out and wheeled around him, continuing down the aisle. She kept it calm, cool, and collected until she turned the corner, then booked it toward the back hall where the bathrooms were. She ignored the bystander’s weird looks, only turning into the bathroom before she let herself relax. Caleb was squealing, on cloud nine from their high speed route, unaware of how heavy what had gone down really was.
She pushed back the visor and kissed the crown of his head, breathing his scent in deep before she pulled out her cell, punching Jake's number. When it went to voicemail, she dialed Raven.
She held the phone to her ear as Raven's mousy voice flowed from the earpiece. "No, Raven. Everything is not okay. I need to talk to Jake. NOW."
Chapter Ten
Jake
Jake gave Marta Quixley, a spunky lobbyist for a national LGBT rights group, his full attention.
Her fluorescent baby blue eyes flashed as she pulled out a manila folder. "Have you heard about Jeremiah Banks' hate group? The SOB has started harassing co-eds, Jake. Kids that are already struggling with their identity and finding their place in the world. Something has to be done!"
Jake massaged the bridge of nose. As much as Jake wanted to push for legislation that would bar Jeremiah’s group from spreading their message of hate, their group had recently made waves by crying foul all the way to the Supreme Court. The court had ruled in their favor. The group was emboldened by the verdict and turned their disgusting campaign up fifty notches, now protesting and spreading vitriol on and offline.
“Marcy,” Jake said with a sigh. “You know I want to help in any way I can-”
“I don’t mean to be blunt, Senator, but I do want to remind you that you ran on an equality for all platform.” Marcy barely stood at 5’5, but her voice was authoritative and commanding. She was someone that fought tooth and nail and didn’t take anything lying down.
Normally, Jake would fire back something witty. That’s how their relationship went—they busted each other’s balls, each keeping the other on their A game. But Jake’s mind was a million miles away. His mind was on Saturday, and the opportunity to see Keisha and talk about his father’s latest stunt, face to face.
It had taken everything in Jake, every ounce of self-control to not fly off the rail and march down to his father’s property and beat the shit out of him. He’d tried to pay her off? He didn’t know if he was more offended that he thought Keisha was the kind of woman that could be bought off or that he thought their love was so meaningless that she’d accept.
Keisha had calmed him, telling him that they were gonna figure it all out and approach it with cool heads, as adults. That something had to be done, but it couldn’t involve violence. She didn’t seem to understand that as far as his father was concerned, violence was the only language he was fluent in.
He still bore
She slowly raised a hand from the handlebar, her fingers shaking as she reached out, accepting the check.
The man gave her a sickening smile. "Good girl." He pressed the check into her open palm. "And just like that, you're a millionaire."
Millionaire. Rich. Just like the Cunninghams.
She brought her other hand up, cradling the check as she stared at it until the words blurred into one another.
"No," she whispered. She wouldn't be bought off, or made to disappear. Not by him. Not by anyone.
She steeled her gaze as the man wavered, visibly confused. "I wouldn't expect someone like you, who does a man like Conrad Cunningham's dirty work, stalking women and making veiled threats, to understand." She folded the check in half then ripped it, tossing the scraps at the flabbergasted man. Conrad's bribe rained down all around him. "You can tell him that Keisha Wallace said he can go to hell."
She took his gaping surprise as an out and wheeled around him, continuing down the aisle. She kept it calm, cool, and collected until she turned the corner, then booked it toward the back hall where the bathrooms were. She ignored the bystander’s weird looks, only turning into the bathroom before she let herself relax. Caleb was squealing, on cloud nine from their high speed route, unaware of how heavy what had gone down really was.
She pushed back the visor and kissed the crown of his head, breathing his scent in deep before she pulled out her cell, punching Jake's number. When it went to voicemail, she dialed Raven.
She held the phone to her ear as Raven's mousy voice flowed from the earpiece. "No, Raven. Everything is not okay. I need to talk to Jake. NOW."
Chapter Ten
Jake
Jake gave Marta Quixley, a spunky lobbyist for a national LGBT rights group, his full attention.
Her fluorescent baby blue eyes flashed as she pulled out a manila folder. "Have you heard about Jeremiah Banks' hate group? The SOB has started harassing co-eds, Jake. Kids that are already struggling with their identity and finding their place in the world. Something has to be done!"
Jake massaged the bridge of nose. As much as Jake wanted to push for legislation that would bar Jeremiah’s group from spreading their message of hate, their group had recently made waves by crying foul all the way to the Supreme Court. The court had ruled in their favor. The group was emboldened by the verdict and turned their disgusting campaign up fifty notches, now protesting and spreading vitriol on and offline.
“Marcy,” Jake said with a sigh. “You know I want to help in any way I can-”
“I don’t mean to be blunt, Senator, but I do want to remind you that you ran on an equality for all platform.” Marcy barely stood at 5’5, but her voice was authoritative and commanding. She was someone that fought tooth and nail and didn’t take anything lying down.
Normally, Jake would fire back something witty. That’s how their relationship went—they busted each other’s balls, each keeping the other on their A game. But Jake’s mind was a million miles away. His mind was on Saturday, and the opportunity to see Keisha and talk about his father’s latest stunt, face to face.
It had taken everything in Jake, every ounce of self-control to not fly off the rail and march down to his father’s property and beat the shit out of him. He’d tried to pay her off? He didn’t know if he was more offended that he thought Keisha was the kind of woman that could be bought off or that he thought their love was so meaningless that she’d accept.
Keisha had calmed him, telling him that they were gonna figure it all out and approach it with cool heads, as adults. That something had to be done, but it couldn’t involve violence. She didn’t seem to understand that as far as his father was concerned, violence was the only language he was fluent in.
He still bore
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