that?”
Phillip snorted arrogantly as a wide smile appeared on his face.
“Wow! No wonder Rainne thinks you’re such a tool.” He laughed
quietly.
Leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk, he said,
“Rainne can think whatever she likes because once I get my hands on
that unpolished cow, she’ll know who runs the show. I don’t need my
women to think. Rainne rarely does that anyway.” He rolled his eyes
in disdain.
James handed the file to Alton and lunged at Phillip again, this
time grabbing him by the throat. He lifted him out of the chair and
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bashed him against the wall. The sound radiated around the room like
a blast. “You come near Rainne again, and it will be the last action
you ever perform,” James hissed in his face.
“You’re choking me!” Phillip’s words were barely audible.
“I’ll do more than that if I ever see you lay a hand on her again.
Stay away from her!” An animalistic growl resonated from James’s
chest as he uttered the threat. Releasing him, James stepped back as
Phillip hit the floor gagging and coughing.
Slowly composing himself, Phillip’s face twisted, and a sinister
laugh filled the room. “I own that bitch! She’s already been promised
to me by her mother. She’s mine!” he yelled.
“You can’t stand her! Why are you fighting so hard?” James
couldn’t comprehend.
“I’d never turn down what was mine! This company, the money,
and Rainne. They all belong to me. I intend to collect. As soon as you
and your men finish this job, I can get on with my plan to marry her.”
James felt like he was drowning in fury. He’d be damned if
Rainne would marry this insignificant piece of shit. “She’ll never
marry you, Phillip. She’s made it very clear to me she wants nothing
to do with you, this company, or her mother’s money.”
“Oh, she’ll come around. Carol can be very persuasive.” There he
went with that evil grin again. James was thinking he needed a
mustache to twirl.
His eyebrows arched sarcastically. “Right. You’ll get this back
when we’re finished.” Taking the file from Alton’s hands, the team
stalked out of the room. If he stayed here another second, Rainne
would never have to worry about Phillip again…He would be dead.
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After the band left, Rainne was compelled to clean the warehouse.
It wasn’t terribly messy, but it needed a good once-over. Turning on
the flat screen, she put in a DVD of It’s a Wonderful Life. It was her
favorite old movie. She listened to it in the background while she
straightened. She made sure all the beds had clean sheets on them for
the guys in case they decided to sleep there. Preheating the oven to
350 degrees, she threw in a frozen dish of chicken parmesan and got
out the plates. Moving towards the bathroom, she checked the towels
and toiletries in stock. Since the place seemed ready for company, she
decided to take a shower.
Rainne made her way towards the chest of drawers in the bedroom
after her shower. They all had their own drawers filled with clothes.
She chose her black boxer shorts with a camouflage T-shirt. Getting a
glass of water, she sat to watch the rest of the movie until the chicken was done. After making sure the oven and television were turned off,
she covered the dish with foil and headed to bed.
* * * *
Walking into the warehouse, the team set down their gear.
Noticing the food on the counter, James figured they’d put their stuff
away later. Making his way to one of the back rooms to find Rainne,
he was stopped by Alton.
“Are we crashing here tonight?” he asked, his mouth full of
chicken.
“Well, it’s in here or on the bus.” James didn’t turn to face him.
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“Cool.” He could hear the smile in Alton’s voice.
Opening the door to the first room, the anticipation James felt
welling up in his chest was instantly squelched when he didn’t
Phillip snorted arrogantly as a wide smile appeared on his face.
“Wow! No wonder Rainne thinks you’re such a tool.” He laughed
quietly.
Leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk, he said,
“Rainne can think whatever she likes because once I get my hands on
that unpolished cow, she’ll know who runs the show. I don’t need my
women to think. Rainne rarely does that anyway.” He rolled his eyes
in disdain.
James handed the file to Alton and lunged at Phillip again, this
time grabbing him by the throat. He lifted him out of the chair and
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bashed him against the wall. The sound radiated around the room like
a blast. “You come near Rainne again, and it will be the last action
you ever perform,” James hissed in his face.
“You’re choking me!” Phillip’s words were barely audible.
“I’ll do more than that if I ever see you lay a hand on her again.
Stay away from her!” An animalistic growl resonated from James’s
chest as he uttered the threat. Releasing him, James stepped back as
Phillip hit the floor gagging and coughing.
Slowly composing himself, Phillip’s face twisted, and a sinister
laugh filled the room. “I own that bitch! She’s already been promised
to me by her mother. She’s mine!” he yelled.
“You can’t stand her! Why are you fighting so hard?” James
couldn’t comprehend.
“I’d never turn down what was mine! This company, the money,
and Rainne. They all belong to me. I intend to collect. As soon as you
and your men finish this job, I can get on with my plan to marry her.”
James felt like he was drowning in fury. He’d be damned if
Rainne would marry this insignificant piece of shit. “She’ll never
marry you, Phillip. She’s made it very clear to me she wants nothing
to do with you, this company, or her mother’s money.”
“Oh, she’ll come around. Carol can be very persuasive.” There he
went with that evil grin again. James was thinking he needed a
mustache to twirl.
His eyebrows arched sarcastically. “Right. You’ll get this back
when we’re finished.” Taking the file from Alton’s hands, the team
stalked out of the room. If he stayed here another second, Rainne
would never have to worry about Phillip again…He would be dead.
Punk Rox Warrior
87
Chapter 11
After the band left, Rainne was compelled to clean the warehouse.
It wasn’t terribly messy, but it needed a good once-over. Turning on
the flat screen, she put in a DVD of It’s a Wonderful Life. It was her
favorite old movie. She listened to it in the background while she
straightened. She made sure all the beds had clean sheets on them for
the guys in case they decided to sleep there. Preheating the oven to
350 degrees, she threw in a frozen dish of chicken parmesan and got
out the plates. Moving towards the bathroom, she checked the towels
and toiletries in stock. Since the place seemed ready for company, she
decided to take a shower.
Rainne made her way towards the chest of drawers in the bedroom
after her shower. They all had their own drawers filled with clothes.
She chose her black boxer shorts with a camouflage T-shirt. Getting a
glass of water, she sat to watch the rest of the movie until the chicken was done. After making sure the oven and television were turned off,
she covered the dish with foil and headed to bed.
* * * *
Walking into the warehouse, the team set down their gear.
Noticing the food on the counter, James figured they’d put their stuff
away later. Making his way to one of the back rooms to find Rainne,
he was stopped by Alton.
“Are we crashing here tonight?” he asked, his mouth full of
chicken.
“Well, it’s in here or on the bus.” James didn’t turn to face him.
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“Cool.” He could hear the smile in Alton’s voice.
Opening the door to the first room, the anticipation James felt
welling up in his chest was instantly squelched when he didn’t
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