Bleeding Hearts Read online A. Zavarelli (Bleeding Hearts #1-2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Hearts Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
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Brayden looked at me as if I were an idiot before his expression softened to pity.

“Who do you think tipped them off, Brighton?” he asked.

His accusation stung, but I let it bounce right off of me.

“No way.” I shook my head. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Brayden slammed his hand against the steering wheel. “When are you going to wake up? Yes, he fucking would.”

“I don’t believe that,” I argued.

“He said he has some kind of a business function tonight, didn’t he?”

I tried to hide my shaking hands by crossing my arms and staring out the window. “Yeah, so what?”

“Did he invite you?”

I didn’t want to answer him because I knew where he was going with this. And suddenly, my rock solid foundation was beginning to crumble.

“Did he invite you?” he repeated.

“That doesn’t mean anything, Brayden.”

“I don’t know how to get through to you.” He shook his head as he gunned it onto the interstate. “I don’t know how to make you see.”

“Where are you going?” I demanded.

“To anywhere that isn’t fucking California,” he replied, his knuckles whitening from the intensity of his grip on the wheel.

“I’m not leaving California,” I argued. “I can get you a hotel room somewhere, Brayden. Somewhere that you’ll be safe. And then we can figure this out…”

“Goddammit, Brighton!” he growled. “That isn’t going to stop them. This is going to be the first place they look for us.”

“How do you even know all of this is happening?” I asked, questioning his sanity for the third time in the last six months.

“A friend of Frankie’s called me,” he spat. “The same guy that called to tell me he was dead. He knew about us, and Frankie trusted him. It’s why he tipped me off.”

“Well, we can’t just run away,” I tried to reason with him. “You don’t even have a plan.”

He didn’t reply, and as the lights of the city grew more distant, panic started to eat at me.

“You’re going too fast,” I barked. “Slow down.”

Brayden didn’t hear me. He kept looking in the rearview mirror, and his body tensed as he weaved in and out of traffic.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

I turned around, seeing nothing but the flash of other headlights behind us as we left them behind.

Brayden continued to drive in silence, and I didn’t know what else to do. The roads were getting windier, and the moon rose higher in the sky as we drove along the coast. I still had no idea where he was going.

“Do you have your phone on you?” he asked.

I nodded and pulled it out of my pocket, assuming he was going to call Norma. But he grabbed it from me and tore the battery out before tossing it out the window.

“What the hell, Brayden?” I yelled. “What is wrong with you?”

“He could use it to track you.” He shot another paranoid glance in the mirror.

“Ryland isn’t tracking me,” I repeated calmly. “He’s at a business dinner. And he’s expecting me to be home, so we need to stop now…”

My words trailed off as Brayden floored it again, his eyes growing wide. He was staring at something behind us.

When I swiveled around in my seat, I could only see one pair of headlights now, and they were moving way too fast to be a coincidence.

“They’ve been following us since Fremont,” Brayden said. “Goddammit, they knew I was coming. I’m so sorry, Brighton.”

His words sounded so final, so hollow, I didn’t want to accept them. But as he eyed the ocean beneath us, I knew what he was thinking. This is where we would die.

He pushed on the gas, gunning it as fast as the little Kia could go. But it was no match for the SUV behind us.

The first time they crashed into the bumper, I screamed in abject horror as the car started to fishtail. Brayden slammed on the brakes in an effort to get it under control, which gave the SUV the perfect opportunity to nudge us over the embankment.

I vaguely heard the sound of glass shattering and the crunch of metal. I was jerked around on the most violent of rollercoasters before everything went black around me.

***

My senses came back to me slowly, and not all at once.

The first thing I felt was a searing pain in my leg, followed by the gentle lapping of water around my ankles. Smoke filled my nostrils and stung my eyes, but I couldn’t quite make sense of it.

I blinked several times, and my head felt like it was underwater. My ears rang painfully before my hearing came back.

I heard Brayden’s voice. But he was no longer beside me. He sounded further away. Too far away.

“What’s the matter?” he taunted. “Can’t do it? You’ve finally got your chance, so take it, you fucking coward.”

I didn’t understand the venom in his tone. I didn’t understand what he was saying. But it all became clear when Ryland spoke.


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