Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I shouldn’t have picked it up, but I couldn’t help myself.
I came into the club to find Colt, and he wasn’t around. I wanted to talk to him about finding Jeannie’s friends to see if we could get a name of anyone she might have been seeing at the time she was killed. That may be the person seeking money, now. I went into the room Colt spends most of his time in and when he wasn’t there, turning to leave, I saw a crumpled-up letter on the ground.
Stupid, curious me leant down and picked it up.
I picked it up and I read it.
The words completely crushing my soul.
He is just using me to get back at her?
Like some sort of joke?
Is that why he came over the other night, kissing me, making me feel things? I thought it was strange that he showed up after he found out the truth. I considered that maybe, just maybe, he had some sort of feeling for me too, but all he was doing was making me believe he did so he could get close. He wants to swoop in, and he wants to destroy me. He wants to make me hurt the way she made him hurt.
I didn’t think I could feel this kind of pain, but it’s unstoppable. It grips my chest, crushing me, making me feel something I don’t know how to deal with. I didn’t realize until this moment, that my feelings for him are so much stronger than I could have ever anticipated. When did I become so stupid? When did I ever let myself believe that I would ever matter to him?
I was never going to matter, not even for a second.
He fucked me for fun, then he fucked me for revenge.
Tossing the letter back on the floor, I turn and rush out of the room.
I can’t face him. If I look him in the eyes right now, I’ll probably punch him. I’ll say things that will hurt everyone around me, and I’ll not be able to take them back. So many emotions are running through me right now, so many things that are threatening to break free. I’m on the edge of losing it, I know I am. After everything we’ve uncovered in the last few weeks, this is just the icing on the cake.
“Myla.”
Colt’s voice just as I make it down the front steps to the clubhouse, has me pausing.
If I look at him, he’ll know.
So, I don’t. I keep walking.
My car is parked out the front because I thought I’d stop in on my way into town. I can’t even escape through the back gate, I have to go all the way out the front and that gives him enough time to catch me and catch me he does.
“Myla!”
When his fingers curl around my upper arm, I can’t hold back.
I spin and my fist flies out, connecting with his jaw. His startled bellow has him releasing me and taking two steps back, his hand moving to his jaw. Flicking my hand, I yell out in agony as pain shoots through my knuckles. Punching someone hurts a lot more than I thought it would. Dammit.
“What the fuck?” Colt bellows, causing other bikers to exit the clubhouse and watch on as I approach him, getting right up into his face.
“Fuck you, Colt.”
He looks confused, so I decide to jolt his memory a little.
“You’ll regret sending her to me.”
His eyes flash.
“So, I say it again,” I go on. “Fuck you.”
“Before you overreact...”
“Overreact,” I laugh, bitterly. “Do not tell me I’m overreacting. I get it, I was a willing participant too, but I never thought...I never thought you could be so bitter. I always trusted what she said about you, always tried to look past the front you put on, but in the end you’re nothing but a rotten egg. You’re angry at her, and yet it somehow made you feel better to take it out on me.”
“You think you fuckin’ know everything,” Colt growls. “Just because you read some fuckin’ angry letter...”
“Save it. I get it. I’ll never be Chloe. I don’t know why I ever thought you’d actually see me for what I am. Instead, I’m simply her shadow. Someone you can’t look at because it reminds you too much of the pain you hold for a dead woman.”
“Watch it,” he warns.
“Or what?” I say, panting, my chest rising and falling. “You know, the worst part is, I am ashamed that I actually let myself anywhere near you. I should have stayed away. I should have just kept my distance and never let you in. Letting you in was wrong, it was wrong because you belong to her. You never belonged to me. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“I don’t belong to her.”
Colt’s voice comes out like a whip.