Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“But you still did it, and it still hurt him.”
“He could have confronted me with it. He could have stayed. He could have done anything but pretend to die and leave me with his kids.”
Well, she is right about that. Bohdi really should have gone about it in a different way, but I also know he was so incredibly broken that he thought he had no other choice.
I know how it feels, to be so empty that you’ll take any way out.
“I’m not here to argue about a life I don’t understand,” I say, calmly.
“You’re right, you don’t understand it. You don’t know a single thing about Bohdi. You don’t know about his parents. Has he told you about his father? That he’s still alive and has been trying to contact him for years? Trying to be part of his son’s life? Do you know about that? Do you know about the fact that he’s a fucking murderer?”
I pause, staring at her. “What did you just say?”
“Bohdi killed his own mother and dumped her body out at sea. Then he went on to live his life like it never happened. He doesn’t even know that I saw him that night, dragging her body through the sand and putting it in a boat. Then he came back without it, and told me his mother had just disappeared with some guy. He’s a killer. He is a dark, broken man who is capable of anything.”
“You’re lying,” I say softly, my heart racing.
“I’m not fucking lying. You don’t believe me? Go ahead and ask him what happened to his mom. I’ll be interested to see what story he spins for you.”
It can’t be true.
Bohdi would never kill someone.
He would never take a life like that.
“Maybe you saw wrong ...” I say, trying anything to avoid believing the truth.
“I’m not wrong. That woman was abusive and cruel. I heard the fights, the anger, the hatred. I saw how she treated him. One day he snapped and ended her. I don’t blame him, which is why I never said anything. But I’m sure a girl like you can’t live with the fact that the man she loved is a god damned monster.”
“You need to leave,” I say, my voice tight. “Now.”
“I’ll leave, but know this ... Bohdi is the father of my child, and he’s my husband, and he’s going to be with me. I’m not going anywhere. It’s best you accept that.”
“Get out,” I yell, heart racing, mind swirling, stomach twisting.
“Gladly.”
She turns and storms off the patio, and when she’s gone, I stand there. I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t do anything but stare into nothing.
It’s only when Carson comes up the stairs that I snap out of it.
“Hey,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “You okay?”
“I need a ride,” I say softly.
“Where to?”
“To Bohdi.”
“Everything okay?”
I shake my head. “Do you know what happened to his mother?”
Carson shrugs. “She left. She was pretty messed up and abusive, high on drugs all the time. Think she ran off with some drug lord. Why?”
God.
Bohdi has lied to everyone.
Everyone.
“I need you to take me to him. Now.”
Carson looks concerned, but he does as I ask.
He drives me to Bohdi.
I’m getting my answers, once and for all.
“I NEED TO SEE YOU,” I say, bursting into the shed where all the bikers are sitting around a table, discussing business.
I know I have no right to be in here, rules are rules and Alarick won’t be happy with me interrupting, but I can’t breathe, let alone think.
“What are you doin’ here, Merleigh?” Bohdi asks, his eyes swinging to Carson who is standing beside me.
“You can’t be in here, Merleigh,” Alarick says, his voice gruff. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but you know the rules. You can’t be here and you certainly can’t bring a stranger. Askin’ you with a whole heap of respect, but get out.”
I ignore him. “I need to speak with you. Now.”
Bohdi shakes his head, confused.
“Merleigh, not goin’ to ask you again,” Alarick growls this time.
“I’ll leave, Alarick,” I say, my voice high and frantic. “When Bohdi tells me why he killed his own mother.”
The whole room goes dead silent. Carson gasps beside me and then curses. Bohdi stands quickly, his face twisting with rage. He is grabbing me in a second, spinning me around and pulling me from the shed. He roars at Carson not to follow him, and only when we’re in a quiet spot at the back of the lot does he turn on me and demand, “What the fuck did you just say?”
I’m shaking.
Everything inside of me feels like it’s going to explode.
“Did you kill your mother, Bohdi?”
“Who the fuck told you that?”
“Isla.”
He looks confused.
“She came to me today, and she told me everything.”
His jaw ticks.
He doesn’t confirm or deny what I’m saying, and that alone is my answer. That tells me absolutely everything.