Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He pulled onto the drive. “For fuck’s sake, Abriana. It was fucking. That’s all it was. Plain, cold fucking. I needed a pussy or an ass. You gave me both. You’re my fucking wife, but I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want a wife. I don’t deal with women. They are nothing more than holes for me to deal with! I don’t do cuddles or any of the other bullshit. It’s not my job to make you feel better.”
His words cut her to the core. They served to remind her of her place. Ugly Beast was right. They weren’t in a relationship. They weren’t in anything. This was her problem, not his. She had believed and hoped for something more.
“Thank you for clarifying that for me.”
She unbuckled her seatbelt, rushed out of the car, and went straight to her room. She heard Ugly Beast enter a few minutes later. The door to the front of the house slammed shut. She flinched at the sound but made no move to leave, no move to do anything other than sit on her bed. Clenching her hands together, she let the tears come.
Her father was always right. No man would ever want her. She was unlovable, and nothing she could do would ever change that. No one would ever love a bland face, no matter how kind the person was.
When all of this was over with her father and she didn’t need to keep looking over her shoulder, she’d leave. Ugly Beast wouldn’t have to put up with her any more than he had to.
Chapter Fourteen
Abriana turned the phone off after giving her father the message he’d asked her to. She stood in Smokey’s office, and he watched her. She placed the cell phone within his hands and without another word, left the office. The door clicked silently behind her.
He knew where she was going without looking out of the window. Raven had finally gotten her own way, and after relaxing enough to heal, the doctors had granted her wish. She was still on bedrest, but Abriana was taking care of her, helping the woman get around in the wheelchair that had been provided.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” Smokey asked.
“It’s nothing.”
Smokey laughed. “I know pussy, and your wife is hurting.”
Ugly Beast raised a brow. “You care?”
“She’s your wife. She’s showing her loyalty to the club, so yeah, I care.”
“I put her in her place the day of the hospital. She didn’t like it. Not my problem.” Neither of them had spoken since that day. He’d taken her home with every intention of fucking her again. Only, after their argument, she didn’t come downstairs for food. She did eat something as the pizza he ordered had missing slices the next morning. Since then, they’d stayed at the clubhouse. They shared a bed, but she huddled as far away from him as possible. She never came to him if she needed anything, and always kept to herself. Since Raven had returned home, she had some company. Without Raven, she simply read, and never bothered anyone. There had been no dancing. When the bitches tried to lighten the mood, Abriana would get up and leave.
“Really, what is her place?”
“She’s my wife in name. She wants more. It’s not going to happen.”
Smokey. “You do know in order for her to be in name only, you shouldn’t have fucked her.”
“My marriage is of no concern. What’s the next plan?”
“With Raven out of the hospital and Vigo and Garofalo believing we’re distracted, I think it’s time we found these lovely young ladies.”
“You want to go and kill his young harem?” Ugly Beast asked.
“No. I want to unleash them. I want to make sure Garofalo loses them. If what Drago says is true, he’s not going to admit to having them, is he? I want to piss him off. He thinks he can take from me, it’s time he learns his lesson.”
“I think it’s lame,” Ugly Beast said.
“I know, but these girls need to go. I’m not going to let them keep being abused.”
“What about Chantel, Abriana’s sister?”
“That one is tricky.” Smokey tossed him his cell phone. “Check out the last text message.”
Ugly Beast opened up the phone. “Chantel’s pregnant.”
“Yes, and I’m guessing it’s Garofalo’s brat. Wouldn’t that make you—”
“Shut the fuck, Smokey.”
His president laughed, holding up his hands. “I’m just the messenger. Don’t get pissed at me. Personally, I’ve always been interested in aged pussy, but hey, I guess I’m picky.”
“I don’t want Chantel near Abriana.”
“Why not?” Smokey asked.
“The last conversation the two sisters had, I didn’t like. I don’t want them in the same room.”
“You’re getting soft on me, Ugly Beast.”
“No, your plan is getting soft.”
“Oh, did I also happen to mention that our trip will take us on the turf of the very MC that tried to fucking end us?” Smokey said.