 by T.O. Smith.jpg)
Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
So, even though my mind is rejecting every bit of their care and adoration, I’m giving them a chance.
A chance to heal me. A chance to save me.
Because I’m swallowed in darkness. I feel like a lost, hopeless cause.
But they see something I don’t when I look in the mirror.
We’ll see if they can truly save me . . .
Because I’m the kind of woman who finds comfort in my misery.
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1
Montana
I slapped my hand around on my nightstand before finally gripping my ringing phone. Through bleary eyes, I made out Jonah’s name on the screen. Why in the hell was he calling me while I was sleeping? Didn’t he know by now that I didn’t like to be disturbed?
“Someone better be fucking dying,” I groaned when I answered.
He snorted. “No one is dying, baby girl. It’s almost noon.” I released a long groan that was akin to a walrus dying. “You aren’t up yet?”
“No,” I mumbled. “Morning sickness woke me up stupid early this morning.” I yawned, rubbing my eyes before rolling to my back, my bruises protesting with each move I made. “What’s up?”
A few days ago, I had agreed to give this whole thing with both him and Blaze a chance. I still wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision. I mean, this shit was wrong. What the hell was my kid going to think—growing up with two dads and a mom? It wasn’t normal.
But then again, I wasn’t fucking normal, either.
“How are you feeling?” Jonah asked instead of answering my question.
“Fine for right now,” I told him. I yawned again. “Just want a little more sleep.”
“Then I won’t keep you,” he said, his tone softening. As much as I hated it, a small, sleepy smile pulled at my lips. Jonah always looked out for me without even trying. “Just wanted to see if you wanted to come to the fights tonight. I’m fighting. Thought you might want to see me in action.”
“Sure,” I whispered, already falling back asleep. “I’ll catch a ride out there with John.”
“Sounds good, baby girl. Get some more rest. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
I hummed in response and hung up the phone before cuddling further under my blanket, resting my body on my pregnancy pillow, taking some of the pressure off my aching body. I now had one here, at Jonah’s, and at Blaze’s.
Blaze was spoiling the absolute fuck out of me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But he wasn’t tossing it in my face. Things just . . . popped up out of the blue.
Blaze might be a fucking hard ass, but like Jonah, he had a soft spot for me.
And fuck if I wasn’t falling harder for both of them because of it.
John snorted when I stepped out of my room. I was wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a Ghostface t-shirt, my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head. I knew I looked like I’d just escaped from the looney bin, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Didn’t like what I looked like? Look the other fucking way.
“Come on,” he said. “Any longer, and we’re gonna be late.”
I rolled my eyes as I followed him out the door. “It’s not like they ever start the fight on time,” I reminded him. “CJ is shit at timing.”
John just shot me a look that said I was annoying him. I shrugged, shot him an innocent smile—we both knew I was full of shit—and slid into the passenger seat of his car. I noticed he rolled his eyes again, and I snorted at the mental image of them getting stuck back there.
It would serve him right.
When we got to the fights, Blaze’s security team instantly nodded at me in respect before letting both me and my brother through the gate. John rolled his eyes at me. “Feel like royalty yet, little sis? That fucker has you on a goddamn pedestal.”
I shook my head, though I couldn’t ignore the tingles in my body, despite me not wanting to feel them. “Trust me, he doesn’t treat me like he does.”
John knocked his shoulder with mine as we walked toward the edge of the make-shift ring. “Sis, if he didn’t keep you in line, you’d run all over both him and Jonah. But trust me, he’s got fuckers treating you like a fucking queen.”
I ignored him, my eyes on Jonah as he stepped into the ring. He was shirtless, a pair of gray sweats riding low on his hips, showcasing the imprint of his cock. A rush of warmth flooded my body as I ran my eyes over him, drinking him in.
Fuck, he was hot as hell.
Feeling my gaze on him, he slowly turned his head, his eyes easily finding mine on the edge of the crowd. He shot me a wink before turning his attention to his opponent who had just entered the ring.