Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I whisper, holding his gaze. “I haven’t since the accident. He hates me. I don’t love him. It was never what you read.”
His lips part and his eyes grow hooded and I can feel him pulsing inside me, having found his own release. His thrusts slow, and when he stops, I put my hands on his chest, and I push him back. “You didn’t believe in me,” I tell him. “And maybe I deserved that. Because I didn’t tell you about Caiden, and I should have. But what you read is not what happened. But you didn’t give me the chance to tell you. You took my chance away. And you hurt me. So now I’m taking your chance away.”
He steps back, eyes intense, just staring at me, mouth tight, jaw clenched.
I fix myself up, feeling the warmth of him soaking into my panties and my heart breaks. It cracks open right there and then.
“I’m taking your chance with me.”
With that, I turn and walk out the door.
He doesn’t follow me.
I think that hurts the most.
-13-
MALAKAI
It fucking burns.
Makes my heart feel like it’s being torn into a thousand different pieces.
I’m angry. And I’m fucking disappointed. In myself. I fucked her like she was some whore, because I was so angry, and so fucking jealous. But when she told me I was wrong, and that she wasn’t with that other loser, my whole body stopped working. For a few seconds, everything seemed numb.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Now she’s gone, and I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to get her back. I didn’t give her a chance. All this time, I told her I believed in her, but when the time came, I took that away. I took it and I crushed it. I crushed everything she believed in. Which was mostly me.
I’m a fucking idiot.
“Sorry to interrupt, Prez,” Koda says, walking into my room, his face grim. “Got a man here, think he might have information. Thought you might wanna deal with him, given the mood you’re clearly in.”
I shoot him a glare but he doesn’t back down. Koda rarely backs down from anything. He just holds my eyes, the challenge apparent on his face. He’s daring me to take him on. He’s as stressed and angry about this entire situation with Trey, as I am. He knows we’re getting nowhere, and he knows Charlie is in danger because of us.
And he hates an innocent being put in danger on a good day.
Let alone this.
I stand, my anger and rage a fire inside my body. “Let me see this fucker. I need something to let some steam out on.”
Koda grins, his eyes twinkling with that darkness he hides so well. I follow him to the door and out into the sheds at the back where Boston, Maverick, and Mason are all waiting. There’s a man, stony eyed, strapped to a chair in the middle of the shed, glaring at the men, his face already bloodied. I guess they already got to him. I walk in, not acknowledging any of them. I go straight over to the blue-eyed man who looks up at me.
It’s no doubt he is a user.
His face is sunken, bones poking out where bones shouldn’t be poking out. The whites of his eyes are yellow, and he looks like crap. He’ll know something, I can tell in the set of his jaw and the way his eyes are refusing to break contact. He knows exactly what I’m going to ask him about, and by the looks of it, he isn’t going to tell me anything without a fight.
That’s fine, I’m up for a fight.
“I’m not going to start with the old-fashioned line we can do this the easy way or the hard way, because you already know that. I’m just simply goin’ to give you an option. Tell me what I need to know, and you walk out of here, alive, to carry on with your life. Don’t tell me what I need to know, and I’ll take this wild fuckin’ anger bubblin’ in my chest out on you, then I’ll put a bullet in your skull. Mark my words, I don’t tell lies.”
He spits at me.
The dirty little fucker.
I raise a ringed hand and drive it into his face. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking brings me such satisfaction, I do it again. This time blood spurts out and lands on me, but I don’t give a fuck. It feels better already, knowing someone is suffering. Sick, perhaps. But satisfying.
“I’ll tell you nothing,” he snarls at me, blood pouring down his lip.
“Fine by me, I’ll just keep goin’ through you fuckers until one of you gives me what I need. I’m not going to waste my time convincin’ you. If you don’t want to play the game, I’ll end you now.”