Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Reaching the clubhouse, Mex nods inside, and I stare into the open garage doors where Western is currently smashing every single glass on the bar. One by one he lifts them and hauls them into the wall, roaring with anguish every single time he does. I’m afraid–I won’t deny it. Western isn’t the kind of man to let anyone in, and I don’t want him to hurt me. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I gather myself and walk in.
Another glass goes flying, shattering on the ground beside me.
Western’s wild gaze pins mine, and he has his hand in the air, ready to throw another glass.
“Put it down,” I order, my voice firm but kind. “Now, Western.”
He launches the glass, just missing me. I don’t flinch, even though my heart feels like it might just leap out of my chest.
“Stop,” I say, taking a step forward.
He doesn’t stop. Another glass goes flying, this time away from me.
I keep approaching until I’m around the other side of the bar in front of him.
“Stop,” I order again.
His eyes dart to mine, and he’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. My heart breaks for him, it truly feels as though it’s tearing in two. I reach out, my fingers trembling, and I place them on his chest. He flinches, and a low growl leaves his lips, but he doesn’t push me away.
“Get out of here,” he bites out. “I’ll hurt you.”
“No,” I say, stepping up closer, “you won’t.”
“Get out, Bonnie!” he roars.
“No,” I yell back, firmly. “I’m not leaving. If you want to hurt me, go ahead, but I’m not leaving you here.”
I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm, and as the glass in his hand slips onto the floor and smashes at our feet, I know that he isn’t going to push me away any further. Western isn’t the type to be all affectionate and emotional, so I have to be careful how hard I push. One wrong move and he’ll react like a wounded animal, running for cover. I keep my hand on his chest, but I don’t make any other attempt to touch him.
“I’m going to get you a drink,” I say, carefully.
I remove my hand from his chest and turn, finding a glass that hasn’t been destroyed and pour him a straight whiskey. He takes it when I hand it to him and swallows it in a matter of seconds. I can see that he has a few cuts on his hand, probably from all the glass he’s been tossing around, but otherwise he’s not hurt. I don’t know how many other men were hurt tonight, but I know whatever happened, it is really bad.
“You’re coming with us, Western.”
I glance over my shoulder to see two police officers walking in, their eyes scanning the area, their gazes suspicious. The last thing Western needs right now is to be locked up, and I guarantee that if these officers push him in this state, he’ll flip and do something he regrets. That won’t be good for anyone. “We will answer questions later,” I inform them. “He just lost a friend.”
One officer steps forward, his eyes narrowing. He has a look about him, the kind of look you don’t trust. His eyes are a piercing gray and far too close together. He’s tall, overly skinny, and gives off creeper vibes. I don’t like him, not even a little.
“He’s coming with us, and he’s going to answer them now,” the officer grinds out.
Oh hell no.
Not today, buddy.
I push my shoulders back and walk around the front of the bar, stopping in front of the officer. His name tag informs me his name is Colin. Well, Colin. We’re not playing with you today. “He’ll come and answer any questions you have later when he’s not in shock. If you’d like to push, I’m sure I can find a rule somewhere that states you have no right to bring someone in who is in shock. You either leave, or I’ll make a scene that is going to be plastered all over the news by morning. Which do you want?”
Scowling, Colin glares at me. “I know you. You’ve got quite the name for yourself in this town. You have a lot of enemies, are you sure you’d like some more?”
His little threats don’t scare me.
“A few more can’t hurt,” I say, crossing my arms. “The choice is yours, Colin.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “I’ve heard you’re good at making up stories but you’re not so good at keeping yourself safe.”
“I don’t make them up, I tell the truth. We both know there is plenty for you all to hide. As for my safety, that’s not your concern.”
The officer steps forward, and Western’s voice booms out, echoing through the room. “You fuckin’ take one more step in her direction ...”