Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Fuck you.” I bring phlegm to my lips and spit it in his face. His hand raises, but he doesn’t strike me. Instead, he swipes it up and sucks it into his mouth. “I’ve missed your taste, Princess.”
“It’s over between us, Ty.” I don’t blink. Don’t hesitate. I wrap my words in truth.
“It will never be over between us.” Leaning in, he inhales me, rubbing his cheek against mine. “Too much history, babe.”
“Fake, fucked-up history. That’s all it will ever be now.”
“I’m never going to let you leave here.” Pushing his body flush with mine, I cower beneath his menacing stature. “You just forgot how good we are together, babe. Harley’s death hurt us both so fucking much. It was abrupt and unfair. She took part of us with her, but we can find our way back to each other. You’ve just got to let us try.”
Sorrow expands in my chest. Tears fall unbridled from my eyes. His hands are everywhere, stroking over my face, my neck, my chest, pawing at me. “It’s over, Ty.” He looks at me like I’m some strange creature at an exhibit. Deep lines etch his brow. “If you ever loved me, show me some decency, some humanity, and accept that,” I plead.
The door bursts open, jarring me. Tyler’s eyes don’t move. He barely breathes.
Bear stands there, wheezing, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“What is it?” Tyler demands.
Looking between us, Bear swallows. “Kings are at the gate…”
CHAPTER 6
CHOICES
“What?” Tyler and I say in unison.
“Kings are at the fucking gate!” Bear booms.
Tyler’s gaze cuts to him, his lips stretching over his teeth. “Wait here,” he calls over his shoulder. He’s out the door, closing it behind him, and I hear the distinctive click of the lock engaging.
Bastard. I swipe at the wetness on my face and launch at the door, bashing my hand against the wood. “Let me out of here!” I scream. I hear their footfalls fading. “No.”
There are no windows in here. No way out. It’s like a coffin, suffocating, the darkness consuming while the world outside comes to a head. I hated when he would ask me to spend the day here studying while he worked. Most of the time, he would just stare at me and use me for self-pleasure. I need to get out of here. He’ll force me into marriage and this room will become my tomb.
Callan bursts into my mind. He’s out there. He came for me. An overwhelming need blossoms within me. I need to feel him against me, soak in his scent, allow myself everything I’ve been craving.
Him.
Searching the room for something to hit against the door, I toss his furniture around in a rage of hopelessness. There’s nothing. Sinking to the floor, I clench my fists and cry.
The lock clicks, and I hold my breath as the door creaks open. “Jenna?” I gasp, getting to my feet.
I race toward her, and she shrugs. “I don’t want you here. Promise me you won’t come back if I let you out.” She twists her hands together, worrying her lip. Trying to stand in front of the door to block my exit.
“You already let me out.” I push past her but she grips my arm.
“Don’t tell him it’s me who let you out,” she pleads, worrying her lip.
“I won’t.” I snatch my arm back and race through the clubhouse, pushing the exit door open and tumbling outside, almost tripping over my feet. The Devils are gathered in the parking lot, keeping a safe distance from the gate in case anyone begins shooting through the gaps between the bars. Tyler’s eyes land on me, and he jerks his chin toward Carver. Carver’s fingers wrap around my arm, biting into my flesh. He yanks me forward, dragging me toward Tyler until we’re standing behind him.
“What the hell have you been up to?” Carver spits.
“Fuck you, Carver. I don’t answer to you or anyone.” His grip tightens, making me whimper. Dick.
“You have no business here,” Bear calls out to the army of Kings at the gate. The bird inside my chest flaps her wings against her cage.
Free me.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Callan. My heart leaps. The Kings easily double the Devils. Bile burns my throat. This will be a blood bath. I don’t want that.
“State your business,” Bear commands. He’s the only one close enough to the gate to get injured straight away if shit turns bad. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Tyler’s not the one asking the questions. Inquisitive glances look our way.
“You have something of mine,” Callan announces, his words sharp, looking around Bear to me. The world stops. He dismounts his bike. Bear follows his line of sight and jerks his head back as if I slapped him. His name coats my lips but fade on a snivel when Carver digs his nails into my skin.