Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Now I’m trapped in a nightmare I can’t escape from.
Shouting has both Bonnie and me staring over at the club. The barks of male voices and the distinct sounds of grunting has us both pushing to our feet and rushing toward the clubhouse. By the time we get there, all we can see is a cloud of dust as two men roll around on the ground. It takes me a moment, but I quickly realize it’s Colt and Western. The two of them are in a full-blown fist fight.
“Jesus,” Bonnie cries, rushing forward, but Fury stops her with a hand lashing out across her chest.
“Leave them,” he orders, his voice more serious than I’ve ever heard him use.
“They’ll kill each other,” Bonnie yells, trying to claw his hand off her.
“No. They won’t. Back down, Bonnie. Now.”
I step up beside her and put a hand on her shoulder as our eyes fall to the men on the ground, grunting and rolling, their fists flying. The cracking sound of their punches landing is awful, and Bonnie turns her face away, clenching her eyes shut. Their grunts and swear words trickle out until finally, Western shoves Colt to the ground and stands, taking two steps back.
“Fuckin’ enough,” he roars, so loudly even I flinch.
Colt pushes to his feet, his chest rising and falling as blood trickles down his chin.
Western approaches his father, his rage seeping out of him. “You think you can come in here and disrespect every person in this club because you’re angry? Join the fuckin’ line, I know more about anger than you ever will, old man.”
Oh.
Ouch.
Colt steps up to his son, and I know he’s going to swing again.
“You might run this club now,” Colt seethes, “but it was me who fuckin’ raised it from the ground to make it what it is today. Know your place, boy.”
Western leans in close. “Say that again.”
Suddenly, the two are fighting again.
Unable to watch for a second longer, I step forward to grab Colt and pull him back as Venom reaches for Western. Colt’s elbow swings back and connects with my jaw, and as if in slow motion, I tumble backward and land on the ground. I see stars as I lie on the ground, looking up at the sky, my world spinning.
“Myla,” Bonnie calls, rushing to my side.
Everything suddenly grows very silent.
Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths as I slowly sit up and push to my feet.
I’m done here.
With this club.
With these people.
Blood dribbles from my bottom lip as my eyes connect with Colt’s.
There we stand, our eyes not wavering, so much being shared between us and not a single word leaves our lips.
I turn and walk off into the darkness.
I can’t take a second more of this.
15
My towel drops to the ground, and I lean down to reach for my pajamas when the floorboards creaking has me jerking back up, fully naked, only to see Colt standing in my doorway. I didn’t even hear him enter the house. Here I am, fresh out of the shower, naked, and he’s just watching me. Standing at the door, shirtless once again, blood on his knuckles and dried on his lip.
“Colt, what the hell,” I mutter, covering my breasts.
Not that I’m overly concerned about it, it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before.
He takes a step closer, and I don’t move.
I can’t seem to get my body to react how it should.
Rain begins trickling down on the roof, slowly getting louder and louder with every passing second, and being the first time it has rained since I started fixing this place, I hear the dripping of water hitting the floor somewhere in this room. I don’t have time to fret about it, because, suddenly, Colt is in front of me, his big hand stretching out to run over my swollen lip.
I know he didn’t mean to hit me.
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel every single emotion it brought, though.
Before I can ask him to leave, or demand to know what he’s doing, he slides his hand around the back of my head and hauls me forward.
My lips slam against his, a pain radiating through my face at the sudden onslaught against my already tender mouth. I don’t pull away, though, because Colt hasn’t kissed me before, in fact, even when we’ve had sex he has never had his face to mine. He has always avoided me, as if the very sight of me pains him. Now here he is, doing the one thing I’ve imagined many times before this moment.
My hands glide up and over his thick hair, going around until I find the tie that holds it together. I release it, letting that hair fall down as our lips dance. The faint taste of blood coats my tongue, but that isn’t enough to stop me from relishing in every single second of this moment. A soft moan leaves my lips as he deepens the kiss, pulling my naked body to his, the hard flesh of his abdomen pressing against mine. I curl my fingers into his hair and tug, making a small growl leave his throat.