Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I'm on my own. I've found my footing. I have a regular job, and I'm staying out of trouble.
But then I find out he owns the bar I work at. That my boss is a patched member of his club.
Unknowingly, when I took off from Tristan, I ran right into River's arms.
But what he doesn't know is...
Our one wild night inside my ex's garage resulted in a baby... one I'm currently three months pregnant with.
It's inevitable he finds out, but I don't predict him breaking into my apartment and finding my ultrasound pictures.
I hope he doesn't hate me for not reaching out because if there's one person in the world I can't stand hating me...
It's him.
It is NECESSARY to read Ruined before reading Buried.
**Please read the "Note from the Author" at the beginning of the book before deciding to read.
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Chapter One
Adelaide
Itapped my foot lightly on the floorboard of the taxicab in time with the beat of the song playing through my headphones as I stared out the window, watching the rain slide across the glass. It had been raining for a few days, but it was finally predicted to stop, for which I was thankful. I normally walked to work, but walking in the rain wasn’t ideal. And this taxi fare was beginning to get expensive.
But I was honestly also kind of sad to see the rain go away. It always made me feel a little bit better to see the world looking as gloomy as I felt.
It had been three months since I had watched River ride off the lot, and two months and three weeks since I had left Sons of Death’s charter with a small book bag on my back, ignoring Tristan as he begged me to stay, promising me that he’d be better.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stay. I desperately needed to get away.
Joey had gotten me the money I needed to go somewhere, anywhere I wanted, so I could start off fresh.
I looked over my shoulder as the sound of a bike slowly reached my ears. I scowled, thinking it was Tristan, but my scowl lifted when my eyes locked on Joey and the familiar president patch on his cut.
“Walking somewhere, pretty girl?” he asked, coming to a stop beside me.
“Leaving,” I told him. He nodded. “I was going to call you once I got to wherever I end up.”
He straightened up and offered me a hand. “Hop on, pretty girl. I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” he told me. “No strings attached.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. He was letting me walk away. He wasn’t going to try to make me stay.
And I needed to go. I had to get away from here. Away from all of this shit and all of the bad, painful memories.
I slid onto the bike behind him and wrapped my arms tight around his waist, resting my head on his back. He took off, being careful with me on the back of his bike, though I remembered how to ride. I knew he was taking extra precautions because I didn’t have a helmet on and his never fit me. Joey may have always been an asshole, but he was always serious and considerate when it came to my safety.
Once we got to the Greyhound station, he parked his bike and let me slide off before he stood off the bike as well, setting his helmet on the seat. I watched as he reached into his cut and pulled out a thick envelope, handing it over to me. “You’re in luck, pretty girl. I just came back from an exchange. Take this.”
I stared at him, my mouth hanging partly open in surprise. “Joey, I can’t—”
He pulled me to him and slid the envelope into my back pocket. I swallowed thickly, tears burning at the back of my throat. Even after all of this time, he was still trying to take care of me.
“Trust me, the club will understand. They still worship the ground you walk on.” He reached up and brushed the pad of this thumb over my bottom lip. It trembled beneath his touch as I tried to keep my tears at bay. “Do whatever you need to for yourself, pretty girl.” My tears threatened to spill over. “But don’t ever forget that you have a home with the Sons of Hell.”
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I bit back a sob. “Hold me with you, pretty girl. I know you’ll find River, but until you do, just hold me with you. I am always just a phone call away if you need me,” he promised. He crouched a bit so that his eyes were level with mine. “Let him love you, pretty girl.” A tear slid down my cheek. “When you’re with him, you look so fucking happy, and that’s all I want for you, Adelaide.”
I reached up to trail my fingers over his jaw. “It’s really over between us, isn’t it?” I whispered brokenly.
He nodded, his dark eyes full of sadness. “The relationship part of us—yes. But I am always yours to command, Adelaide. Whenever you call, I’ll be with you. Just hold me while you need me.”
I nodded, more tears sliding down my cheeks. “I love you, pretty girl. I’ll find you again when the time is right,” he promised.
The taxi driver pulled up to the bar where I worked, pulling me from my last memory with Joey. It had been bittersweet, but it had been the good-bye that I needed to officially move on with my life.
I strode over to Lucky’s, the bar that I was currently working at. It wasn’t the best job in the world. My boss was a dick. The men were handsy and disgusting, but it paid my rent and other bills, so I couldn’t complain too much. I was fairly compensated for the shit that I went through, and I was close to purchasing a car due to being able to save a good bit every paycheck. Didn’t hurt that everyone usually tipped really well, too.