Feeling Again (Coming Alive Duet #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Coming Alive Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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With that, he shut the door, nodded once at John, and strode away. As soon as he was back in the building and John was in the car, I burst into tears.

“Sis?” John asked softly, reaching over to grab my hand.

I sobbed. “Please take me home,” I cried. “And for the love of God, do not let them come after me tonight,” I begged.

John gently squeezed my hand. “Whatever you want, little sis. I’ve got you.” He pulled out of the parking garage and onto the highway. “Just please stop crying. I hate seeing you like this.”

I sniffled and squeezed my eyes shut, hating how twisted I felt inside. I was so tired of being confused and lost, and I hated even more the way everyone was doting over me.

I was strong.

I was capable.

There was no reason for me to be like this.

And as soon as I was healed, I would take my fucking life back.

Starting with kicking Jonah and Blaze the fuck out of it.

25

Jonah

Montana ignored me all fucking night long, and to say it put me in a sour fucking mood was an understatement. So, the next morning, when I still had nothing on my phone from her, I texted Blaze.

You heard anything out of Montana? –Jonah

Not a peep. She’s being stubborn as fuck. –Blaze

That was the understatement of the fucking year. She was struggling to cope; I got that. I understood she had things going on in her mind that made it hard for her to accept that people actually gave a damn about her. I knew she was miserable being pregnant. Fuck, she was ignoring the pregnancy entirely, like if she didn’t pay it any mind, the problem would no longer be there.

But it wasn’t going away. And neither were me and Blaze.

Muttering a curse beneath my breath, I shoved my phone in my pocket and stormed out the front door. I was going to confront Montana. She couldn’t hide from me; I wasn’t fucking allowing it.

Because she wanted me. I knew she did. I could see it in her eyes when she wasn’t fighting to hide from the world.

And I wasn’t letting her push away something I knew would be good for her.

* * *

John frowned at me when he opened the door. “It’s super fucking early,” he complained. Hell, he was still in pajama bottoms—didn’t even have a shirt on.

“I need to see Montana.”

He sighed. “She specifically told me she wanted to be left alone and to not let you or Blaze bother her.”

I gritted my teeth. “John, she’s trying to hide. Weren’t you the one that told me and Blaze to not fucking give up on her? This is me fucking doing that, John. She can’t keep running from shit just because she doesn’t want to deal with it.”

He scrubbed his hand down his face. “Fuck,” he groaned. He stepped back. “It’s your balls, bro.”

I slipped past him and moved down the hall to her room. She was asleep when I stepped inside, and I took a moment to just admire her. Her bruises were beginning to heal, though I knew she was still struggling with the broken wrist and ribs.

Blowing out a soft breath, I walked over to her bed and gently sat down beside her. She jerked awake, her eyes snapping up to mine.

“No,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

I cracked a grin. Fuck, she could be adorable when she wanted.

“Montana, we need to talk,” I told her.

“No,” she said again, being stubborn. “I don’t want to talk. I want you to go away.”

I ran my hand over her hair. “Tough luck, baby girl, because I’m here, and I’m not leaving until we do. So, open those pretty eyes for me.”

Sighing, she slowly opened her dark eyes, locking them on mine. I smiled softly at her. “How are you feeling?”

“Ribs hurt,” she muttered.

“Wish I could make it all better for you, baby girl.”

Her frown deepened. “That,” she said, making me confused. “That right there is what’s freaking me out.”

“What—that I wish I could take your pain away?” I asked.

She nodded. “I can’t handle it when people care.”

Fuck, my heart broke for her. Just what in the hell had her mom done to her when she was growing up? Even John wasn’t as fucked up as she was.

I ducked my head so our faces were closer together. “Montana, I’m always going to care, you hear me? And it has nothing to do with our baby.” Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. She suddenly looked so vulnerable and so defenseless that I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and never fucking let her go. “I’m always going to care because it’s you. It’s always you, baby girl.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re really not going anywhere, are you?” she croaked.

I shook my head and cupped her cheek. “No, baby girl, I’m not. I’m here to stay. Through all the good times and the bad times. Through the sunshine and the rainy days. I’m here, baby girl.”


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