Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

“Did he do something to upset you? Derik has been around almost as long as Drew has. I’m sure that whatever it was, a good old talking to from me would do the trick.”


“He raped me,” I blurted out. I didn’t want him to have a talking to. I wanted him dead. The line was silent. I wasn’t sure if he hung up or not.

“Does Drew know about this? When did this happen?”

“It’s been a while ago before I went to Florence. I just remembered yesterday, and no, Drew doesn’t know, and I would like to keep it that way for now. I am home alone, and I am afraid that he is coming here.”

“Get Sal and Dillon over to the mansion… Now!

Tell them I will call them on their way and to hurry.” I heard him say to someone. I relaxed a little. I didn’t know why, but for some reason this man would take care of me.

“Thank you,” I said and I meant it.

“I think that you should stay on the phone with me until they arrive,” he assured me.

“I can’t right now, but, I’m fine now. I promise. I just need him to go away.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. He is going away.

You’ll never have to worry about Derik again. Do you need some help, I mean like, coping or whatever it is that you do when you go through something like that?” he asked concerned.

I smiled. I had been raped so many times I couldn’t even count them. “No. I’m fine Mr. Callaway.”

My intuitions were right. Drew called Derik. I had to put my hand on my shaking knee to stop it or settle it anyway. I couldn’t seem to stop the trembling going on in my body. I heard the door slam. I didn’t think it had been long enough for the two men to show up, not that I knew where they were coming from. It could be hours before they got there.

“You little whore,” Derik yelled with a look that I knew could kill me dead right there on the spot.

“What did I tell you about entering my house without knocking?” I said with my finger shaking on the trigger from my lap.

“You fucking little cunt, I’ll….”

“You’ll do what, Derik? Rape me again?” I asked, pulling the gun from my lap, and stopping him in his tracks.

“You’re not going to ruin this for me,” he demanded. “I have almost ten years of my life invested in this money. I will fucking kill you.”

“No. No. Derik. I don’t think so.” I couldn’t believe how cool my voice sounded. I sure wasn’t feeling cool. I was shaking like leaf. “Do you really think that I won’t pull this trigger?” I asked. I knew that I didn’t have to cock the gun. The old man at the pawn shop had already told me that it was ready. I only did it to add a little bit of excitement to my show, kind of like putting an exclamation mark behind it.

“You don’t have the guts, you little *.”

I could have shot him in the chest. I didn’t know how to shoot a gun. I pulled the trigger and grazed his left arm. “Don’t fuck with me,” I said feeling, extremely cocky all of a sudden. “Have a seat.”

His eyes were huge. Did I mention that it was priceless? He stumbled back, holding his arm and sat down.

I saw him debating on whether or not to lunge at me when my eyes darted and I jumped, startled from the ringing desk phone. I kept the gun pointed right at his head while I picked it up.

“Hello,” I answered, having a pretty good sense of who it was.

“Morgan, please,” I heard Drew’s voice.

“I’m sorry, Drew. I can’t talk to you at the moment.

I’m a little busy, waiting for your friend to be picked up.”

That look was priceless too.

I hung up and then removed the phone from the receiver when it rang again.

It was a good thing that I had the gun. I was sure that the ten minutes for the two men to come and retrieve Derik would have given him plenty of time to stop my heart beat.

They too entered without knocking. Derik looked to them confused while I laid the gun down on the desk, still pointing at him.

“Let’s go, Derik,” the enormously, huge balled man said.

“Me? Get her the fuck out of here. She’s the psycho one,” he demanded, still holding his arm.

The other big man with black as coal hair grabbed him by his suit jacket and yanked him up, shoving him out the door. I almost felt bad for the terrified look on his face. No. not really.

“If you need anything else, you call this number,”

the bald man said, handing me his card.

“Thank you,” I smiled, taking the card.

I hadn’t realized that I had stopped breathing until I was once again alone. I sucked in every last bit of air from that room.

Now to take care of Drew. I was running on pure adrenalin. I could feel the blood dry up in my veins and the adrenalin was the only thing keeping me alive.

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