Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“What did I do to you?” I try to take a step forward but Nathan holds me in place.

“You took him from me!” His mother shouts, her distress evident in the tears pooling in her eyes. For some reason my heart goes out to her, a mother has lost her child and she needs someone to blame. That doesn’t make this right though. “His last moments were with you. Not with us.”

“See what this is doing to your mother?” His father shouts at Nathan whose entire body is rigid. “Look at her!”

“Come on,” Nathan says to me and begins to lead me to the door. “Those files still need printing and faxing. I’ve done the majority.”

“You can return once she’s gone,” his father snarls, and swings open the door. “If she’s not gone by the end of the week, you won’t have a job here boy. Make the right choice, your family or your brother’s whore.”

Nathan pulls me out as I give a long and lingering look of hatred towards his father. As soon as we enter the elevator after avoiding Sophie’s eyes, my heart breaks. I’m going to lose Nathan and his home. It shouldn’t be so devastating, but it is. I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to do this alone.

“Nathan,” I say softly, my legs barely keeping up with his long strides towards his car. We climb in and buckle up before hightailing it out of there. Just like the elevator ride, the car journey back towards the hotel is silent.

“Stay here,” he snaps, his tone angry and clipped. I do as I’m told and wait in the car as he rushes into the hotel. He doesn’t take long, only fifteen minutes before he’s climbing back into the driver’s seat.

We race along the streets, breaking more traffic laws than I’d care to admit. He pulls up outside of a bank and orders me to wait here again.

This time I’m waiting for an hour, my mind working overtime, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline that was released during the heated argument. What am I going to do?

Nathan storms out of the bank and stands beside the car for a moment. I watch him pace a few times, his gloved fingers ripping through his hair before he finally climbs into the driver’s seat.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned for my friend.

He chews on his lower lip for a moment before swearing a few times and hitting the steering wheel with the side of his fist. This brings back memories of Caleb, the time he gave me an orgasm in his car after we lost a tire.

“Hey,” I coo and place my hand on his wrist, careful to not touch his skin. “What is it?”

“He’s cut me off.” He snarls and I blink in shock.

“How can he cut you off? You work there, surely you get your own paycheque.”

“I do but it’s all in stocks and shares,” I shudder at the thought. “I’ve been living off my trust, hoping to gain enough revenue to… Damn it!”

I rub his wrist with my thumb, wanting to stroke his hair or hug him to make him feel better, “You’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out.”

“I know, I have money, it’s just the principal,” he snaps like I should know this. “I’m sick to death of… of…”

“Being controlled?”

He glares at me, “Mind your own business.”

I shrink back at the tone of his voice, I’ve never heard it so venomous. For a moment there I could see his mum in him and it’s not an attractive thing to behold.

“I should have just set you up in an apartment, but no. I had to take you home,” He rants, mostly to himself. “I had to get involved. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, wishing he’d just shut up now. “I didn’t ask you…”

“Honestly? You didn’t ask? Didn’t you call my parents begging for help?”

“I was…”

“Desperate, I know,” he shouts, pulling the car out into the road. My eyes burn, I don’t deserve this. “I was there when you called.”

Then he’s a bloody good liar because I specifically remember his shock when I told him about that call.

“I never should have gone to you. You’ve ruined everything,” he hits the steering wheel again, causing the horn to go off.

I don’t say anything, I want to get out of the car but I doubt he’ll stop and even if he does… where will I go? I don’t have any money, I don’t even have my phone with me.

“This isn’t my problem, that kid isn’t my problem,” he continues. I try to mentally shut him out but the sadist in me keeps listening, absorbing and storing his words so I can use them against myself at a later date. “Why’d he pick you? Out of every single female that was available to him, he chose you. Why? He could have picked a female who had her own money, someone who could provide for herself in this situation.” It’s not like Caleb knew he’d be abandoning me. “Why did it have to be you?”



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