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)
Bonnie looks to me once more, and I know she’s thinking the same thing I am.
Anthony is the person behind all of this.
We just need a way to prove it.
We finish up with Kelly and I thank her for her time, and then Bonnie and I make our way back to my place, talking the entire drive about the chances of it being the same Anthony. It seems too odd to be a coincidence. He would have been the only person to see Chloe that night and recognize her. Instead of going to the police, he’s taken the chance to use it to his advantage.
This seems so obvious and yet, at the same time, I never would have picked it.
“How are we going to prove it was him?” Bonnie asks, climbing out of the car when we get home.
“I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head. “We need to be smarter than him, catch him out.”
“He wants money, right?”
I nod.
“Well, let’s tell him we have the money, and we’ll drop it off in a secure location. Then, when he arrives, the club can arrive, too...”
That’s actually a good idea.
It could work, and it could end this once and for all.
“I need to talk to Colt first,” I tell her, even though right now that’s the last thing I want to do.
I haven’t seen him since our fight the other night, and when he picked me up from the bar after has turned into a blurry array of memories. One thing I do know is that I nearly got hit by a car and that car was coming after me. I need to finish this, and the club might be the only way to do that.
“Well, let’s do it. The sooner we get rid of this dick, the better,” Bonnie says, her voice strong and ready for battle.
I laugh, and we make our way over to the clubhouse.
It’s late afternoon now and being the weekend, I know that they’ll surely be having a party. I’m right, and as soon as we arrive, it’s clear they’ve been making a day of it. There are people milling around everywhere, a cookout happening and beer flowing. I can’t deny that it’s always a good atmosphere at the club.
Bonnie goes off to find Western, so I go inside to attempt to find Colt. Already my nerves are getting the better of me, and I wish I didn’t feel this way every single time his name flitters through my mind. I have tried so many ways to make myself not feel a single thing for him, but it doesn’t seem to matter what I do, he’s always creeping into my thoughts and more scarily, my heart.
Opening the door to the room he uses, I don’t think twice about stepping inside without knocking.
It’s a mistake.
A mistake that is going to hurt more than I could ever imagine.
The letter he wrote is nothing on the scene before me.
Colt is lying in bed with not one, but two women.
One of the women is sitting on his lap and the other one is kissing him.
Kissing. Him.
Something he held back from me for so long.
Pain grips my heart, the kind of pain I wasn’t ready to experience, and I find myself unable to move. My feet seem as though they’re glued to the floor and my eyes won’t move off his hand that is firmly fixed on the woman’s ass. She is fucking him, slow and steady, and the image is one I know will be forever burned into my brain.
It hurts.
I wish it didn’t, but it does.
It hurts because I’ve allowed myself to care for this man when clearly, he feels absolutely nothing for me.
His eyes flicker past the door, and then quickly dart back when he realizes I’m standing there. I can’t change my expression, even if I wanted to, so I know that what he can see in my eyes is pure hurt. Gritting my teeth, I turn my face away, not wanting him to see my eyes filling with unshed tears. I used to be stronger than this. When I arrived here, nothing bothered me, and this is what I’ve become.
I was stupid. From the very first moment I let this man touch me, I knew I was taking a risk.
I just didn’t know that risk would turn into this.
Turning on my heel, I rush away, hating that everyone is going to see just how much this is hurting me. They’ll probably all be thinking the same thing – that’s what happens when you screw the man your aunt was in love with. He was never mine to fall for, and I knew it. I wish with everything inside me that Chloe didn’t leave her damned house to me. I hate it as much as I hate this place right now.