Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I know he doesn’t like it, but I have to do it.
I promised Ellie, and I want to see Marek in a situation that he doesn’t have full control over. Seeing him unravel will be worth every second.
I know Fury is concerned, and I don’t say I blame him. He has been incredible today, from taking me to the doctor to hanging onto me when I cried. It was difficult, even though I knew what the answer would be. The bleeding has eased, but every time I use the bathroom, it is a stark reminder that I lost something I didn’t even know I wanted.
Fury has been incredible.
He has showed up in a way I truly didn’t think he could.
I respect him for that.
“Everything will be okay,” I assure him, redirecting my thoughts back to his concerns. “I promise.”
“Can’t promise that, baby,” he murmurs.
“You’re talking like you’ve claimed me or something,” I tease lightly, loving the way his husky voice rolls over the word baby.
“Once this is over, I might just make you mine. Officially.”
My heart skips a beat.
I know we should probably take things slow, considering in a matter of days, I’m going to have to face what happened with Ethan. There will be police officers, questions, and a lot of things to deal with. My family will be concerned, everyone will want to know if I’m okay. To them, I should be a broken widow. I can’t just parade Fury around, so for now, I have to keep him somewhat of a secret.
That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy every single second of it.
“I have a lot to deal with once this is over,” I tell him, stepping back. “Ethan’s family, my family, the police. What if Marek gets revenge by making it look like I killed Ethan...”
“We don’t know what Marek will do, but I don’t think he’ll be worryin’ about gettin’ back at you. Ethan’s death will look like a hit, we’ll make sure of it. You have my word. There isn’t a single ounce of evidence that you killed him, you don’t even own a gun. We’ve got this, let the club make sure you come out clean.”
“What about Ella? If they ask questions...”
“You stick to the story. The evidence is destroyed. There is nothin’ tying anyone to that day. Without evidence, they have no reason to believe anything else happened.”
“What if Ethan had more...”
“He didn’t,” Fury tells me, his voice calm as he holds my worried gaze. “If he did, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did.”
He’s right.
I know he’s right.
That doesn’t take away the fear that something will happen.
I just have to trust that the club will protect me, that Fury will protect me.
I have no other option.
EVERYTHING GOES TO plan.
Marek agrees to meet Western at an arranged meeting point.
We know for certain he won’t come alone, and he’s smart enough to know Western won’t, either.
For that reason, he thinks the club will otherwise be occupied.
He has no idea that while he’s doing that, we’re sneaking into his little circus.
It takes more than a little time for me to recall the roads I turned down when I escaped, but I do remember the town I went to, not to mention a sign saying how far away it was. It wasn’t much past that sign where I turned onto the main road, from the little dirt road. We go over the map, and there is only one small road that runs off the main one, so we have to assume that’s it.
A few hours before Western is due to meet Marek, we leave.
We want to make sure we’re as close as possible when Marek leaves, to give us more time. Considering it’s a few hours’ worth of driving, we would rather not run the risk of running out of time. Fury isn’t thrilled with the plan, but he isn’t leaving my side. We bring all the tools we’ll need to cut the fence, and then we dress in dark clothing and begin our journey.
Western organized Marek to meet him in the evening, smart really. He wanted to make sure it was dark when we went in.
The road I guessed is correct, and as we slowly move down it, we can see the lights coming from the tents in the distance. I tell Fury that we need to go off-road a little, to go around the back, and we have to walk a fair distance, so they don’t see our headlights. We find a safe place to park the truck, and then, loaded with everything we need, we get out. Nobody talks much as we trek through the woods to get closer to the camp, we’re all on edge, concerned that this will go wrong.
By the time we arrive at the grounds, it’s incredibly quiet.