Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Hurt.
Rage.
Fuckin’ hurt.
Damn her.
“Maverick,” she says softly. “I’ve been trying to get hold of you.”
“Sorry, been dealin’ with club business. Everything okay?”
It’s killing me not to rip her apart, to tell her I know what she’s done, to tell her she’s fuckin’ ruined me. I fuckin’ trusted her, and she let me down.
“Yeah, I’ve just been busy with the last show, but we’re on our way home. We should get there today.”
“Yeah, I know. You goin’ to your ranch?”
“Yeah, straight there.”
“Not comfortable with the security you’ve got, with everything goin’ down. We’ll meet you out there, you can meet the rest of the club, and we’ll do a check of the area. We’ll put a few people on watch, make sure you’re safe. Yeah?”
It’s killing me to make this sound normal.
When all I want to do is lose it.
Fuck her.
Fuck. Her.
“Oh,” she says, her voice a little hesitant, “yes, that would be good. Thanks.”
“Throw me a text when you’re nearly here, we’ll head over. Talk soon.”
I hang up before she can say anymore. I know she’s goin’ to be questioning that phone call. Even I could hear the distant sound of my voice. It’s very hard to keep your rage and hurt from someone, especially when it’s eatin’ you up inside, and all you want to do is scream and fuckin’ yell, and let them know exactly what you think of them.
I turn and walk back to Mal. “It’s done.”
He looks to me. “Keep your cool, Maverick. We need this to go right.”
I nod.
Fuck cool.
Fuck. Her.
I get the text that she’s close a few hours later, and Mal gets the club members together and we ride over. Feels good to ride with the club again, it’s been a good long time. All the members are happy to have me home, and are already planning a whole lot of alcohol to be consumed later tonight.
For now, though, we have a job to do.
When we arrive at Scarlett’s ranch, my lips part just slightly.
Fuck.
She wasn’t kidding about it being spectacular.
Rolling hills, big green pastures, wooden fences, and a beautiful, big fuckin’ farm house. White, with wrap around decks. Landscaped gardens surrounding it, with a fuckin’ massive barn that her bus is currently parked in. There’s a little cottage to the left of the main house, which is where she stays. It looks nice, still bigger than most people’s houses. Horses graze in the paddocks, and there are farm animals scattered around everywhere.
This is her in a nutshell.
Without a doubt.
Makes it hurt more.
We park our bikes and get off, walking towards the cottage where she’s just appeared from. She’s wearing a white, halter neck dress that hangs onto her every curve. That blond hair is down in loose curls, flowing around her back. She’s wearing cowboy boots, and fuck, she looks so damned good my cock twitches.
It doesn’t care if we fuckin’ hate her right now.
I’d still bend her over and make her scream my name.
Only this time, I’d make it hurt.
“Hi,” she says softly when she reaches us, her brown eyes scanning all the bikers, most of whom are sitting on their bikes still.
“Don’t got time to introduce you to everyone now,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice steady, when all I want to do is explode at her. “Just want to check everything out, make sure you’re safe. Can we go into your cottage and chat?”
She looks at all the bikers. “All of them?”
Her voice is soft, a whole lot hurt, and a whole lot guilty. I can see it on her face. She can’t hide her sins well. She knows what she’s done, she just doesn’t know that I know. What she does know, however, is that something is wrong with me. Her brown eyes keep trying to lock onto mine, but I won’t have a bar of it.
No.
She had her chance, and she stabbed me in the heart.
“No, they’ll wait here, scan the area, make sure nothin’ has been planted and no one is around,” Mal tells her for me. “That ok?”
She nods. “Of course.”
She stares at them once more, and then turns and walks back towards her cottage. Mal and I follow her.
This should be fuckin’ interesting.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
“Pardon me?” I whisper, staring at Mal who is glaring at me.
We were sitting around, talking about security, and then Mal got called outside by another biker. As if things weren’t horrible enough, with Maverick staring at me like he wants to snap my neck, now something else is going on. I feel like they know something is wrong, but I’m not sure they know what it is. Maverick’s voice is strained, and I thought maybe it was because I rejected them, which would make sense because they have helped me so much, but now I’m starting to think it’s a whole lot more than that.