Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Finding a large rock, I sit down and press my back against it, stomach rumbling as the horizon begins to slowly change.
It’ll be night soon, and lord only knows what’s out here.
I can’t stay that long.
Come on, Cade.
Please.
16
Addison
Two hours pass, and night is upon us when I hear the commotion. It starts off in the distance, yelling and a gunshot, and then I can hear my name being called. Pushing to my feet, I use my flashlight to navigate the ground as I do my best to move toward the sound. As I get closer, I begin calling back, yelling over and over until the voices become so much clearer and I know it’s Cade and Spike calling my name.
I yell until my voice is hoarse and I’m exhausted from walking, but finally I reach the path I left behind earlier, and I can see a light flashing ahead. Turning, I rush as fast as I can toward it, and when I see the familiar face of the man I love, I burst out crying. Throwing myself into his arms, I apologize over and over again for my stupidity. He holds me tight, covered in sweat and panting. With rage or relief, I don’t know.
“We gotta move,” Spike growls into the darkness. “They’ll have a fuckin’ crew on the way.”
“Move,” Cade orders, his voice gruff, and I know it’s rage he’s holding in. We all hurry toward the clearing before moving down to where Spike’s truck is parked.
There are two men lying beside it, bleeding from wounds in their chests. My eyes widen, and I look to Cade, who opens the door for me.
“Them or you. Get in.”
I know I’ve made a huge mistake, because I just got the club in some deep water that they really don’t want to be in. I should have left it alone, and now they’re going to have to clean up the mess I made.
Once we’re in the truck, Spike puts his foot down and flies down the dirt road until we reach my car, which has two men also lying beside it, bleeding. Skidding to a stop, Cade jumps out without a word and gets in, using his own set of keys to start it. Then, he’s following us as we move through the darkness.
For a while, I don’t say anything, I just sit in pure silence, but eventually, I speak. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”
Spike pauses for a moment, then growls. “Yeah, precious, you did. Big time.”
“I didn’t ... I didn’t think I’d actually find anything. I just ... fuck. I’m such an idiot.”
“Whoever you just messed with, it won’t take them long to find out who you are, and when they do, they’ll come for us. It’s very fuckin’ bad.”
Pressing my lips together, I swallow the lump in my throat.
My body burns from the multiple scratches on my skin.
“We’ve handled worse,” Spike tells me, as if that will make me feel better. “Not the first person to fuck up, precious. Won’t be the last.”
The silence in the car is deafening as we head back to the compound. The moment I get out, I see Cade already striding toward the shed. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, I know what I’m about to walk into. They’re going to be so angry with me, and they have every right. I made a huge mistake thinking I could go in and just check it out.
The second I step into the shed, I see Jackson standing, and the rage on his face is enough for me to pause. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t get a chance. Cade whips around, his eyes firm when he growls, “Sugar, shut the fuck up.”
I close my mouth.
“What,” Jackson grinds out, his voice like ice, “where you fuckin’ thinking? Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you’ve done? The kind of fuckin’ shit you have brought on this club? Not only are we now dealin’ with dangerous fuckin’ men, but we have an extra problem we didn’t need. God dammit, Addison, I know I wasn’t around for most of your life, but I never thought you’d be so fuckin’ stupid.”
A lump forms in my throat and tears burn under my eyelids, but I don’t argue—what’s the point. He’s right. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking hurt to hear him yell at me in a way he’s never done.
He’s never looked at me with rage like it.
“God dammit, I’m so fucking wild with you right now. The fact that you not only put your life in danger, but everyone in this club and your own fuckin’ daughter.”
That hits me like a blow to the chest, a blow that has me reeling back, pressing a hand to my chest as my tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks. I’d never do anything to hurt Skye, but tonight, I did something, and I didn’t think of how it could come back and hurt everyone else. That’s no different, really, is it?