The Broken Road (Broken Love #4) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Broken Love Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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I don’t think. I just get up and march over to him. I look at him and let the misery of the day and my anger collide. I slap him, hoping to erase that cocky look from his face. “Fuck you, Jake. You didn’t exactly make it easy to tell you a damn thing when it came to being pregnant.”

“It might have been easier if you had fucking tried. I want to see my son tomorrow. Don’t try to put me off, and don't try to get out of it. I’ll be here at six tomorrow evening.”

“But Jake—”

“This isn’t up for discussion. My son better be here tomorrow at six. If not, you won’t like how I respond.”

I watch as he walks away. When the door closes, I slowly sink to the floor. Finally, the tears I’ve held at bay since Jake appeared begin to fall. The sobs are so violent that I barely notice when Callie gathers me in her arms and holds me, letting me cry.

CHAPTER 3

Jake

“What are you doing, Jake?”

I have my head down, watching my boots with each step I take. That’s probably not smart, but Mom’s driveway is so ingrained in my memories that I don’t need to look to know how to get back to my truck. Unfortunately, it causes me not to see Reed in enough time to avoid him.

“If it isn’t the man who pretended to be my best friend. If you got shit to say, Nashville, do it some other day. I don’t care to hear it right now,” I mutter, barely sparing him a glance. He’s one of the reasons I’m choking on anger.

“Man, you need to back down and breathe a little. All you’re doing is hurting Katie and Jeff. That’s going to hurt Lennon and that’s not what you want,” he says, grabbing my shoulder when I start walking by him. I stop and force myself to look up at him.

“Let go of my fucking arm,” I bite out.

“I know you’re pissed,” he says, and it floors me.

“Do you, Reed? Do you really know?” I snap, shoving him away from me.

“Jake—”

“You have no fucking idea about how fucking mad I am! If you did, you wouldn’t be standing in front of me.”

“You’re not the only one hurting here.”

That’s it. I’ve been keeping a tight leash on my anger, but I can’t stand here and listen to this shit anymore.

“I’m the only motherfucker who has been lied to for seven years by people who claim to love me,” I snarl. I draw my hand back and plow it into his face, hitting him square in the eye. He punches me back in the stomach, but I don’t stop and connect again—this time in an uppercut just under his jaw. We swap jabs but even as angry as I am, I realize that Reed is pulling his. That’s okay. Let the asshole do that. I’m not.

If I accomplish nothing else tonight, at least I’m going to make Reed’s face uglier. We keep at it until Reed tackles me and drags me to the ground. Both of us are breathing hard as we break apart, sitting in the dirt. We lean back against Mom’s car.

“I fucked up, man. I should have told you.”

“You should have,” I bite out, wiping some blood from the corner of my lip.

“You didn’t see Katie after you wrote her that letter, Jake. I did. You nearly destroyed her.”

“She showed you the letter?” I ask.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. The letter was hard as hell to write. I knew I needed to do it to let Katie go. I knew if I didn’t, she’d keep holding on, and I’d keep hurting her. I tried. Fuck, I tried. I just couldn’t be the man she wanted. Katie wanted to live here and raise kids. She never wanted to leave our hometown. I wasn’t going to be my mother. She worked her ass into the ground every day, only to come home to work even harder in the garden. I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life at some thankless nine-to-five job and having kids. I think it would have killed me because I had dreams, and I wanted to live them.

I wrote that letter because Katie didn’t love me enough to leave, and I didn’t love her enough to give up what I wanted. In the end, we were just getting to where we resented one another and fought every single time I came home. It wasn’t healthy, and eventually, she would have hated me. The more I tried to explain how I felt, the worse it was making everything. It sounds hokey as hell, but sometimes love isn’t enough.

I know because I love Katie, I always have, but we were just too damn different in what we wanted. That doesn’t mean it didn’t kill me that she moved on–or that it didn’t destroy me when it was my brother.


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