Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, Maverick,” Mal warns, shaking his head.
“And it’s my game to play. You do not get to decide how this goes for me.”
“Give her a damned chance,” Koda mutters. “Take it from me, sometimes the story isn’t what you think. You didn’t give Boston a chance, at the very least, learn from your mistakes and give the girl a chance. You don’t know what’s happened.”
I flinch and my fists clench. “Be very fuckin’ careful what your next words are, Dakoda.”
Koda shakes his head. “He’s yours, I’m out.”
He disappears out of the room and I turn to Mal.
“Scarlett is mine.”
And she will pay for what she’s done to me.
She will pay.
Damn her.
God damn her.
~*~*~*~
SCARLETT
I can hardly breathe.
Knowing there are drugs on my bus makes me want to vomit every time I think about it. Not talking to Maverick makes it even worse. He’s stopped calling. I’ve tried to call twice, but each call is rejected. I know he’s angry at me, he has every right to be. We had an amazing night in that cabin and then I both ignored, and rejected, his protection in one sitting. It’s not a wonder he doesn’t have anything to say to me.
I keep reminding myself that we’re headed home in a few days. The tour is over, and I can go and see him. I’m sure he’ll let me talk to him. He won’t just disappear, right? That thought has my heart clenching. I hope I haven’t screwed this up for good. If something happens to our friendship, or relationship, or whatever the hell it is, before I get the chance to try and explain things, I’ll never forgive myself.
Or Treyton.
I haven’t heard from him. He put the drugs in a day ago, and I’ve been hovering around the bus, paranoid, ever since. It’s a long drive home to Denver, and we’re stopping tonight for the last time before making the final stretch home. Everyone is tired of the bus, so Susan booked a hotel. I don’t want to leave the bus, I don’t want to let it out of my sight for a single second, but if I demand to stay when I’ve never done that before, they’ll get extremely suspicious, and it’ll draw more attention to the situation.
So, I have to keep calm, and try and figure out a way to, at the very least, stay close to it. I can’t eat, or drink, and I’m constantly nervous. Amalie is home safe, which I’m happy about. She text me, telling me she didn’t blame me at all, and I can go and visit her when I get home. I don’t know if I feel better, or worse. I just don’t feel anything but panic and fear right now. I just want this to be done, to get home, and hopefully get the protection needed for when I tell the biker club about Treyton.
I will tell them.
When everyone I know and love is safe.
“Knock knock.”
I look up from the bed in my bus to see Susan walking in, phone in hand. She studies me, narrowing her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking of a song. Susan, you don’t mind if I stay on the bus tonight, do you? I want to finish up these songs, and I seem to be able to concentrate better here.”
She narrows her eyes. “The hotel will be more comfortable.”
Don’t argue. Play it cool. She will get suspicious.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I shrug. “I just wanted some alone time.”
“Are you still upset about Amalie?”
I nod. “Yeah, it’s scary thinking something like that can happen to someone so easily. With no reason.”
But there is a reason.
I’m the reason.
My heart clenches in pain.
“Yes, it’s a dangerous world. Look, you can stay here. I’ll see if the security guards on duty tonight are okay with spending another night in the caravan. If so, they can keep an eye on you.”
I nod, feeling a tiny bit of relief. “That would be great. I’ll only leave to grab some dinner, and then I’ll lock the doors and stay in for the night.”
She nods. “Give me a call if you need anything, I’ll let security know. Please do keep your doors locked, your phone on you, and call if anything at all happens.”
I nod. “I’ll be okay. Thanks, Susan.”
She closes the door and I listen as everyone packs up and leaves for the night. When the bus door closes, I drop my head into my hands and exhale. I’m trembling, nervous energy getting the better of me. I just need this to be done. I wish Maverick was here. I wish I could talk to him, to tell him what’s happening, but I’m risking too many lives doing that. Until we’re in a location where I can be assured of their safety, I have to keep this to myself.