Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
She’s shaken and I see her collapse to the ground. I want to go to her, but I can’t. My growl is fierce and the split second I take my pressure off of Solos is too long. He pushes me backwards, hitting a tree, and it shakes from the force of it.
Solos walks slowly toward me and I struggle to get up, but not before a bear, Bree’s bear, comes flying to us and tackles Solos to the ground. I get my bearings and get up, charging the animal, ready to end this game. Bree is standing over Solos, daring him to get up. I nuzzle her neck, pushing her back toward the forest line. She’s done enough; she’s saved me and probably Sayer too. All the other Eaters have left, and my men stand around Solos. We can take him apart limb by limb, but that’s not how this is going down. I look at Bruin and nod my head toward Bree. He walks over to her and only when I know she is protected do I circle around Solos, moving my men back, letting them know that he is mine.
I stand over him, rutting my paw into the dirt, begging him to get up.
He does then and when he turns to look at Bree, I pounce on him. Just him looking at her is reason enough for me to end him.
I demolish him. We fight and tumble and roll all over the dirt road, but in the end I finish him.
Chapter 15
Bree
“I’m leaving, Ronan.” I should say it to his face, but I can’t look at him. So instead, I write him a letter. My bags are packed and it’s the first moment I’ve had to myself since the fight with Solos and the Eaters. It’s only been a week, but I’ve spent that time taking care of Ronan. He was hurt pretty bad, but he is already almost completely healed.
Ronan was called for church this morning and I knew this would be my only time to escape. Since the moment I came into town, I’ve caused nothing but problems. Eden was going to be my big escape, my taste of freedom. Instead, I made enemies with the rival MC, got Petey killed, almost got Sayer killed, and I’ve come between Ronan and his father. I’m surprised that they haven’t kicked me out of town already.
The sound of a motorcycle has me looking out the window. He must have forgotten something, I think when I see Ronan flying up the driveway.
I look around the room but don’t see anything. Only seconds flick by from time he shuts off the motor and the front door comes splintering open.
“What are you doing, Bree?” His nostrils are flared and even though I know he would never hurt me, I’m a little scared right now.
He stalks into the room and I back up two steps for every step he takes.
He pauses at the kitchen table and looks down at what I was just writing. “You’re leaving me?”
I don’t have the words, I can’t say it out loud. All I do is nod at him.
I expect him to ask me why, or hell, he should be kicking my bags out behind me and saying so long. But he says the one thing I never would have expected.
“You’re not leaving me.”
My shoulders drop. It was going to be hard, fuck, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, leaving him. But with him here, right in front of me, it will take everything I have to. “Ronan, look at what I’ve done to you, to your family, your crew…”
He walks over to me, gripping my shoulders. I cringe at how tight he’s holding me and he softens his touch a little bit. “Our fight with the Eaters started way before you got here. And it’s going to be here for a while, but not because of you.”
I put my hand up on his firm chest. “Yeah, but you and your dad?”
He brushes the hair off my shoulders and holds it at the nape of my neck. “My dad and I are fine. He understands now. He’s not going to come between us…”
I look at him skeptically. I want to believe we have the possibility for a future, but as soon as my hopes start to rise, I think of something else that will stand in our way. “Ronan, I saw how your dad reacted to me. You can’t tell me he’s just going to accept me, accept us.” I point between the two of us.
He wraps his arms around me and locks them behind my back, holding me tight to him. “Mom’s talked to him. He’s good.”
I laugh then, because I can’t help it. “No one messes with Kass, do they?”
He chuckles. “Not if they want to live.”