Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Show them, baby,” Isaac said. “Show them what you can do with your mouth.”
So I did it, diary. For him. I took their dicks in my mouth and let them come on my tongue and down my throat. I let them stroke themselves to hardness again as they watched Isaac open and penetrate me. I let them fuck me, one in the mouth while another pounded into me from behind. I let three cocks violate and use me . . . for him. Isaac Calley. Just so he would see just how much I love him and how far I would go to please him.
And I felt like a Queen.
Sexy.
Fueled by their moans.
Their mumbled words and aroused groans like sweet nectar.
Because he would see. He would see how good I would be for him.
But when it was over, Isaac didn’t take me to his bed. He didn’t look at me with that familiar gleam of affection in his beautiful eyes. No. His beautiful smiling eyes no longer smiled. They were cold, disinterested … empty. And when I wrapped my arms around his neck, he unwound them and pushed me away like I was nothing. He wanted a lady, he said, not a club skank who sucked cock for attention.
How could he not see that I had done it for him?
I begged him. Pleaded with him. But he had met someone else, he said.
That was the moment my heart stopped beating.
When my will to live ended.
Her name is Cherry.
She is away at college, but when she gets back he is going to make her his girl.
His girl!
The page was crumpled. Like it had been clutched in a moment of pain, and then smoothed out afterwards. Tiny creases spread like cobwebs across the paper. And I could see Talia, sobbing as she poured her heartbreak out onto those pages, and then scrunching it as the pain of her broken teenage heart overwhelmed her. As if she was going to rip it from her journal and screw it up.
So here I am. Broken. Used. My heart hurting like it has been squashed. I know what you are thinking—he told you he wasn’t interested in anything right now. He was busy with the club. He didn’t have the time to commit to a relationship. Yes. He told me those things. Told me he didn’t have time. But he still messaged me. Still took me to his bed when I visited. Still made love to me. So I had believed I could change his mind. If he just gave me the chance, he would see that he wanted me as his old lady.
Now I don’t know how I am going to breathe after tonight because my pain is unbearable, and I can’t imagine how I am going to go on knowing that he doesn’t want me. I don’t know what is worse, his cruelty, or the fact that I still love him after all he has done to me.
I’m going to take a walk. I’m going to my water tower.”
I exhaled deeply. That was where Talia’s story ended. A few hours later she was dead and broken at the bottom of the water tower.
I pressed my fingers to my swollen and burned lips. What Talia had endured was terrible, even with the words written on the page in front of me, I couldn’t fathom what she had felt. And my heart ached for her. But it also ached for Isaac, Tex, Irish and Jacob, and it ached for Freebird who would never know about the incident that had contributed to his death. And for Mirabella. Beautiful, pure Mirabella.
My chin trembled and I fought back tears.
It was no excuse, but Isaac had been young—nineteen and stupid—and the boy Talia described in her diary was not the man he had grown up to be. He didn’t deserve to die for his stupidity and acts of juvenile cruelty. Everyone involved had been young and stupid.
This was all such bullshit.
I looked at Elias.
If he thought I was going down without a fight, then he had another thing coming.
CADE
“Think!” I snapped at Davey. “Is this even the goddamn road?”
We were in the Custom Chopper van driving on one of the sparse and lonely roads leading out to the watermelon fields. In the van were me, Davey, and Bull. And in the car following were Maverick, Caleb, and Grunt. The moment I realized Davey might have an idea of where Indy was, I wanted to climb on my bike and tear off after her. But Bull had stopped me. If Elias heard us coming he might panic and that could mean bad things for Indy.
Heavy, wooded areas fringed the pale dusty road we travelled down, and every now and again we would pass a firebreak in the trees and see a farmhouse or an old home, but none of them looked familiar to Davey. I was beginning to lose my mind.