Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He hangs up, without letting me say another word.
I thank the waitress and then leave the café, getting in the truck and driving out to the wharf where I organized to meet Ethan later tonight. I’m concerned I’m making a bad choice here, but I just want this over with. I can’t live like this anymore, under the care of the bikers, not being able to work. I want this situation to end so that I can finally be free and make my own choices.
Whether those include Fury or not, I don’t know.
What if this baby is his?
I can’t think about it.
The wharf is about an hour’s drive from the town, and during that time, all I can think about is the million ways this could go wrong. I wish I had my gun, at least then I would feel safer. I come up with a plan, the best one I can, and pray that Ethan will just accept what I have to say and leave. Surely, he is done, too. Surely, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with me, either.
Arriving at the wharf, it’s scarily quiet. It’s a weekend, so nobody is here, and the stillness is overwhelming. I glance around, making sure we’re definitely alone, then I pull up right near the water. Getting out, I leave the keys in the truck in case I need a quick getaway. Then, I wait. I stand by the shiny black machine, and I wait until finally I can see Ethan’s truck roll in.
Anxiety grips my chest as he moves closer and comes to a stop.
Well.
Here goes nothing.
12
“What the fuck do you want?”
Those are the first words Ethan speaks as he climbs out of his car. He’s standing before me wearing jeans, a white tee, and a jacket. His hair is messy from a shower, and as I stare at him, I recall just how lucky I once thought I was. Now, all I see is a monster. A cold man with no soul.
Crossing my arms, I rub them together as I keep my back to the truck.
“I want a divorce,” I say, my voice careful. “If you want your money back, your phone, and everything else, then I want a divorce. I don’t want the house, or anything but my car. I just want my things, and I want out. I want you to free me.”
He tips his head to the side. “I will say, I’m impressed by your bravado, Alexis. I didn’t think you had a backbone.”
I clench my fists. “Well, you were wrong. I’m not here to chat about myself. Do you want that money or not?”
His eyes flash. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, taking that cash. If you want a divorce, then you had better fucking hand it over right now plus whatever else you found in that safe, or I won’t give you shit.”
I laugh, bitterly. “I’m not giving you a single thing until I see signed papers, Ethan.”
He steps forward but pauses and clenches his fists. “I need that money, Alexis.”
“Why, did you steal it?”
His face pales a little.
Oh my God.
Did he steal it?
I laugh, unable to help myself. “Don’t tell me you’re in some kind of trouble, Ethan.”
“Give me my fucking things,” he barks.
I shake my head. “Not until you get those papers done. I’m sure if you want it bad enough, you can have it done quickly.”
For a second, just a second, I have the upper hand.
Until I don’t.
Ethan takes a step forward, and as he does, he reaches around behind his back in a flash and pulls out a gun. Suddenly, that gun is pointing right at me. It takes me a moment, just a moment, but I realize very quickly that it’s my gun.
He found my gun.
I thought he would never find that gun.
I was so sure.
“Do you know who this gun belongs to?” He grins as I take a step back, pressing myself into the truck, nowhere else to go.
I don’t answer, because in this second, I can’t breathe. All the air is trapped in my lungs as I realize the huge mistake I’ve made coming here alone. I should have listened to Fury; I should have thought this through. Of course Ethan wasn’t just going to let me take control, he lives for control. He was never going to sit back and be pushed around. I just poured gas into the fire, and now it’s too big for me to handle.
The only leverage I have now is the money.
“I’m going to guess it belongs to your little biker boyfriend,” Ethan goes on, when I don’t answer. “So, when I blow your brains out and leave the gun behind, the police are going to think it was him. The fact that you’re driving his truck only makes my plan that much better.”