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)
It's everything I could have ever needed and more.
He is everything I could have ever needed and more.
That’s why this is so dangerous.
That’s why I need to stop it right now.
This very instant.
It is my life on the line.
Pulling away, I press a hand over my mouth as horror washes over me. I just cheated. Granted, my husband is a psychopathic, narcissistic dick, but it doesn’t matter. I just did something I swore I would never do in my life. I’ve always promised myself I’d be this amazing woman when I married, that I would never stray, and even though I have valid reason, it doesn’t stop the guilt crushing my chest as reality washes over me.
“I swear to fuckin’ God,” Fury growls, “if you say that shouldn’t have happened or you feel bad, I’m goin’ to fuckin’ flip.”
“I’m married,” I whisper, fighting back the tears.
“Don’t insult marriage by sayin’ what you have is anythin’ close to what it stands for. You are married to a monster; don’t you dare make yourself feel guilty about a single thing you do.”
I know he’s right; I know.
But it doesn’t make it better.
“I have to go.”
Turning, my heart racing, I begin to rush away.
“Tell me one thing before you go.”
His voice fills the night air, and I turn slightly to stare at him.
“Can you shoot a gun?”
What kind of question is that?
“No,” I say, slightly horrified.
Taking a step closer, he crosses his arms over his chest. “You won’t let me help you in any other fuckin’ way, so I can do this one thing. Tomorrow, when you bring Hope home, I’m goin’ to teach you how to shoot.”
“Why?” I breathe.
“So I know if that filthy mother fucker ever tries to take it too far and your life is in danger, that you can blow his fuckin’ brains out.”
His words are cold, terrifying, and callous.
A glimpse of the kind of man he can be is standing before me, and it’s terrifying.
I reel back, shocked and unable to process the scene he’s putting before me.
He wants to teach me to shoot, so that if Ethan ever takes it too far, I can kill him.
“If you want me to stay out of this,” he growls, “you’ll agree to this.”
“Are you blackmailing me?” I murmur, narrowing my eyes, fingers trembling.
“No, I’m givin’ you a choice. You either let me teach you, or I take matters into my own hands.”
“I said this was none of your—”
He cuts me off by stepping closer, leaning down and hissing, “It’s my fuckin’ business now. Make a choice.”
He is infuriating. He has wedged himself into my life and I know that he isn’t going to back down until I give him what he wants. I need him to stay away from Ethan at all costs, so if this is what I have to do, to ease his mind, then I’ll do it.
Swallowing the wild rage bubbling in my chest, I nod sharply. “Fine.”
It’s the only option I have, and he knows it.
He knows I’m not going to let him get involved, and he’s smart.
I guess it can’t hurt, right?
After all, you never know when you might need to shoot a gun.
7
“Even if you’re in a rush and the situation is frantic, I want you to always take a split second to make sure your feet are planted firmly on the ground. If the gun throws back and you topple with it, then your opponent has the upper hand, especially if you miss. Your feet are your backbone, make sure they’re grounded.”
Fury is standing behind me, his rough voice in my ear as his arms stretch around me, enclosing mine as we hold a gun out in front of me. He’s showing me how to stand, where to point, how to aim, and how to shoot. I’m not a big fan of guns, but something about this little lesson is making me feel a touch safer. Maybe it’s knowing that I have a little control over my life, even if it’s minor.
“What if he’s lunging at me and I lose my footing?” I ask, my fingers rubbing up and down over the trigger, nervous to pull it.
“It takes a split second to make sure your foot is on the ground. We’ll practice.”
He steps away from me, takes the gun, and pulls out the bullets before putting the safety on and handing it back to me. “It’s safe, we’re goin’ to see how you’d handle it if I lunged at you.”
“Are you sure you got all the bullets out?” I question, holding the gun down, refusing to lift it and risk shooting him if he’s wrong.
“Had this gun since I was fifteen years old. Trust me when I say, I know it better than I know myself.”
My eyes widen. “You had a gun at fifteen.”