Torrid (Judgement #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Judgement Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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“It seems that way,” I replied, barely glancing at him.

If he thought he was going to leave me here like this all the time, then he had another thing coming. I’d go get a job. I needed one anyway. I wasn’t going to just stay here like some kept woman, waiting for her man to give her the time of day.

Ozzy was back with the stick, and he dropped it, then ran over to greet Liam. Traitor. No, that wasn’t fair. Liam was his owner. He loved him and was happy to see him. I would be, too, if he wasn’t a jackass. He could have at least texted me. I had spent three hours on that meal last night, trying to make something he’d enjoy. Silly me had even set the table and put on one of my nice sundresses.

Never again.

I couldn’t stand out in the backyard and pout like a baby. Swallowing my hurt feelings, I headed in their direction as Liam gave Ozzy some love. I was almost there when Ozzy spotted me and left Liam to run back over and stand beside me. I got a tiny sliver of enjoyment from that, but kept my face neutral.

“Car drive okay for you?” he asked. “I see you took it out.”

“I went grocery shopping yesterday with the money you’d left,” I told him. I’d spent most of it on the dinner last night. I needed to take some of my money and go buy healthy items for me to have on hand to eat, but today, I’d been in a funk.

“Good. I hoped you would,” he replied.

I started to walk on past him and go into the house. Unless he wanted to explain where he’d been and why he hadn’t called, then I had nothing more to say.

“How were you yesterday? I thought about calling, but I didn’t know if you wanted to talk or if you just wanted to be alone.”

I paused. Talk about what? Us having sex in his bed and me sleeping in it?

I turned back around to look at him. The serious expression on his face confused me.

“I’m not sure what you are asking me.”

He appeared slightly annoyed by my response. Well, I’d left slightly annoyed behind sometime yesterday evening when he hadn’t shown up.

“Selena called me yesterday.”

Oh. Had he told her about the pregnancy? Had she said she was going to call me?

I shrugged. “Okay, and?”

His expression immediately hardened, and his mouth drew into a tight line. Did he want me to tell her? What was I not getting here?

“The anniversary of your mom’s death ring a bell? Selena was pretty torn up about it. Wanted me to come over so she’d have someone to talk to. That’s not something I can do for her, considering our situation, but I figured you’re her sister, so you’d want to at least talk to her. I was trying to understand why you hadn’t gone to the funeral and give you the benefit of the doubt, but you can see how this makes me judge your character.”

My mom? Had yesterday been Abilene’s death anniversary? I hadn’t cared enough to remember the date. But why had he called that woman my mom? Evil stepmother and my mom were not the same thing. Was he with Selena yesterday? Was that why he hadn’t come home?

He was giving me a disapproving look, like he had a right to judge me. Yet he’d gone to Selena to comfort her and was lying about it.

“I’m sorry, Liam. But seeing as how my mother died on February 15, 1999, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped as pain, anger, betrayal all grew where, for a moment two nights ago, joy had been. But that was always fleeting, wasn’t it?

He narrowed his eyes. “You are aware I dated Selena. She wouldn’t lie about her mother’s death. She doesn’t have a reason to.”

I just stood there and stared at him. Selena wouldn’t lie. But I would? My hands were trembling at my sides, and I fisted them until I could feel my nails digging into my palms.

“Is it because she has an education? Because she’s a doctor? Or maybe because she’s got her own house and a car? She makes a lot of money? Is that why you don’t question anything she’s told you? My being a bartender without a car and anywhere to live makes me a liar? I can see where that makes complete sense, Liam. Did you get a college education to be the president of a motorcycle club and own strip clubs? Tell me, what degree does one get for that?” My voice had gone from a sarcastic snarl to a shout.

Tears burned my eyes, and I refused to cry in front of him. Turning, I ran the rest of the way until I was inside the house and headed up to my bedroom.


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