Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He smiles. “I think you’re worth sticking it out for.”
It’s moments like these I’d kill for a girlfriend in my life. It’s not something I’ve ever had. I’ve made friends, of course, but more casual types. I want the laugh until you cry, sleepover, be with me through my worst kind of girlfriend. Someone I can turn to when times get tough, to talk me out of doing stupid things like I did with Wolfe, and to keep me honest.
Maybe one day, I’ll get that lucky.
“I have to get going.” I exhale, taking a pathetic sip of my coffee but knowing I don’t have it in me to drink it. I’m too wound up with nerves. “I need to get my things and then find somewhere else to stay.”
Jace’s eyes narrow. “I told you, you can stay with me, Mera. You don’t have to stay with that club.”
“I know, but I don’t want to overwhelm you. My drama is deep.”
He chuckles. “I think I can handle it.”
I press my lips together, then smile. “You’re too nice. Let me go get my things, and I’ll call you, okay?”
He nods. “If you run into any trouble, call me straight away. I’ll get you out.”
I appreciate his offer, but I’d never put him in that position. I know what the club is like well enough to know it would only cause him problems.
Pushing to my feet, I offer one more smile. “Thank you.”
Then, I leave.
I know I have to go and face Wolfe, but the thought really isn’t appealing. I still feel a sting in my chest at the thought of him leaving the other day. He chose Esme, and that brings a level of shame I am struggling with. Shaking the thought from my head, I decide I will go in, get my things, and tell him we’re done. Then, I’ll leave.
I’ll find answers on my own.
I have no other choice.
It’s a beautiful day out, so I decide to walk to the compound, needing the fresh air. I stick to the side of the road, so I’m not at risk with passing cars, and slowly make my way in the club’s direction. Distracted in a world of my own, I don’t hear the car slowing down behind me. In fact, I don’t even notice the car until I’m slammed from behind.
It isn’t going at a rapid speed, but it’s still a car and the force is enough to send me launching a few yards ahead, stumbling to the ground, my hands going out in front of me in a futile attempt to protect my body from the impact. I hit the dirt all the same, and pain shoots through my body as I roll to my side, toppling off the road and down the small ledge on the side.
“Get the fuck out, kidnapper.”
The voice comes from a man, and the car skids away quickly, shooting gravel and dust over me.
I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the wind knocked right out of me as I process what just happened.
They hit me with their car.
Tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks as I struggle to push myself back into a standing position. Turning my hands over, I see they’re bloody from the impact and my knees are torn up, too. It’s not bad, but it hurts like hell and more than that, the shock running through me is crippling.
Letting the tears flow, I continue walking toward the club, not bothering to wipe my face.
I’m nearly at the edge of my rope, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.
Reaching the compound, I walk past the bikers lingering around the front gate smoking. I don’t bother to make eye contact, they know who I am. That doesn’t mean I don’t notice their lingering stares as I walk past them, blood running down my legs because of the cuts on my knees.
My hands burn, and I’m fighting to keep it together.
I’m just approaching the warehouse when Wolfe steps out with Esme close behind him. Great, this is the last damn thing I need. The moment his eyes fix on me, he growls, “Where the fuck have you been?”
Then his words fade off when he really takes me in.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“I’m not in the mood for you today, Wolfe. I’m just here to get my things and then I’m leaving.”
I try to step past him, but he takes my arm, hauling me back.
“What the fuck happened?” he demands.
“Someone hit me with their fucking car,” I bark, my voice shaking. “Does that make you happy? I’m sure you’re thrilled to know the people in this town want me out as much as you do. Now, if you don’t fucking mind, I want to get my things and get the fuck away from you.”