Burn Those Who Burned Me novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Chapter 17: The Meeting.

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Tillman sat inside the coffee shop located in the outskirts of Bridgeton waiting for Vanessa to arrive. The time was already 4:45pm and he was starting to think she would stand him up.

‘Where the fuck is she!! If she’s thinking about fucking me over!!!‘

Panic began to seep into his chest as he continued to look at the coffee shop entrance. He’d already tried calling her twice on the burner number, but that line was no longer in service, and she wasn’t answering the number she’d called him from earlier that day. Taking another sip of coffee, Tillman decided to leave.

“Fuck this. If anything happens I’ll just tell them all she paid me….or maybe I should just get in front of it.”

Tillman reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB. The day he met Vanessa for the first time; he wasn’t sure if she was being truthful or trying to set him up. It was already an open–secret regarding Tillman and many of the women at the State Prison. The only reason he wasn’t in jail yet was because many of the women he’d brutalized were terrified of him and had little to no resources. But Josie was different, if the brother truly had begun investigating…that would mean she would have the support of the Taylor family, and his life would be over.

Tillman dropped a few dollars on the table for a tip and headed towards the exit. Just as he was about to leave, Vanessa walked in with her neatly arched brows furrowed as she scanned the shop looking for him. Once their eyes met, a surge of annoyance seeped through her appearance. Tillman rolled his eyes and made his way back to the café

table.

Scoffing, he took his seat.

“Took you long enough…thought I said 4:00.”

Vanessa looked at Tillman with pure disgust. She then lifted a large black duffle and slammed it on the table.

“You told me to bring a million fucking dollars! Do you have any idea how hard that was!”

Vanessa seethed as she watched Tillman smile smugly and grab the bad.

“A little rich bitch princess like you…surely a million wasn’t hard to find.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes and took a seat.

“Whatever. Look, you got your money…now get out of town.”

Tillman stayed silent for a moment. He was getting irritated with Vanessa’s attitude. It wasn’t like he could simply drop his entire life and leave.

“What the hell happened! I thought you said they wouldn’t care what happens to her! Now all of sudden I-”

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Chapter 223

“This is all your fucking fault!!”

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Tillman’s eyes widen in shock. Just what the hell was she talking about! All he did was perform the job she paid him

to do.

“Just what the fuck are you talking about! I did exactly what you asked!”

Tillman’s voice started to rise; causing other customers to watch. Vanessa looked around the café nervously; the last thing she needed was to end up on social media arguing with Tillman. Leaning forward, she spoke in a low tone so that only he could hear.

“Okay you need to get your voice down! Listen….I told you to make her life hell…yes! But you took it too far AND you left evidence! So YOU fucked this up!”

Vanessa was fuming; none of this would have happened if Tillman hadn’t been so sloppy; and she wasn’t about to let some low–class piece of shit correction’s officer insult her. She was Vanessa Fucking Taylor! Besides, none of this was her fault. She had every right to protect what’s hers. Cutting her eyes at Tillman, Vanessa stood to leave. Putting her sunglasses back on, she spoke in a menacing tone.

“I don’t give a shit how you do it…but you need to leave. And if you like breathing…I suggest you do it quickly. My version of events will be better than yours.”

Before Tillman could respond she leaned into Tillman’s ear whispering in a sardonic tone.

“If they were willing to send their own daughter to prison for me…what do you think they’ll do to you.”

The blood began to drain from Tillman’s face. Vanessa was right, if they did something like that to a family member, there was no way they’d spare him. Standing nervously, he placed another tip on the table and nodded in agreement

to Vanessa.

“I’ll leave Taylor, but you better make damn sure your brother stays off my ass! Because I don’t give a shit how much your family loves you…if I go down…YOU go down…”

Tillman couldn’t see it; but Vanessa’s eyes were filled with fright. This little act she was putting on…her mask was starting to slip. Everything was now on the line…she was this close to being the official heiress of the Taylor empire…she wasn’t about to let Josie or Tillman fuck it up.

As they both left the café, someone who had been watching them the entire time was taking pictures. After watching both parties leave, the person pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

“Yes Mr. Taylor…you were right. She did come here to meet someone.”

After several moments of silence, the person on the other line spoke.

“Send me the pictures and keep an eye on her until she arrives back home.”

Click.

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