Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Did you follow me here?” I ask.
“Yes. And had I not, who knows what might’ve happened,” he all but growls. He’s bleeding across the cheek from where my keys cut him.
“What the fuck?” I shove him back. “Are you out of your fucking mind? How did you even know I was here?”
His expression darkens, and I can sense his ice wall erecting between us once more, pissing me off. All the fear, adrenaline, and emotional shock of the day spills over. I shove him. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You don’t want to answer me when you stalked me all the way here?” I shove him again, and he barely budges.
“You should be thanking me,” he grits out.
I scoff. “Thank you? For tracking me? How are you any different from the asshole on the ground over there?”
“First of all, I’m not on the ground with a broken face,” he says pointedly.
Smack. His head swings to the left as I slap him across the face. He grinds his jaw, and I’m sure he most likely could’ve stopped me. “Oh, you’ll release that temper on me, Mostriciattola, but not the asshole you were just so fearfully running away from?”
“Stop calling me that!” I growl. I don’t know what mostriciattola means, but whatever it is, I don’t like the way he can use it on me while we’re fucking and when I’m losing my shit at him.
“What are you scared of? Or who are you so scared of?” he asks pointedly.
I turn to walk away, but he grabs my wrist. “Let go of me,” I grit out with so much rage that I’m unsure what I might do if he doesn’t. As if sensing my anger, he lets go of my wrist.
“We’re not done here,” he says, but I’m already striding quickly toward the car.
“I swear to God, if you kill that man, I’m quitting right now. I mean it,” I tell him over my shoulder. Because if Dutton does kill him, the motorcycle club will hunt him down by any means necessary. And I refuse to draw close attention to my place of work or myself because that would lead them to Bentley.
It was a mistake coming here today.
I get into my car, slam the door, and scream as I pound the steering wheel.
I thought six years would’ve been enough to escape Bobbi’s reach, but I feel no less trapped now, knowing he’s still looming over me in some way. I’d become too comfortable, and letting my emotions bring me back here was a mistake. And I hate Bobbi for having this power over me when there’s nothing I can fucking do about his influence in these parts.
All I can do is run again and make sure to keep my son safe.
No matter the cost.
I take a breath and push my hair back, trying my hardest to rein in the trapped fire that’s spilling out from my seams. I start the engine. I hate Dutton for tracking me, but a small part of me is glad he was here. I’m mortified to know he saw that fearful expression on my face as my demons caught up to me.
But I’m not going to stay to confront them.
No, there are some things that are best left in the past.
And I’ll face the new ice monster when I get home because that motherfucker has a lot of explaining to do.
CHAPTER 24
Dutton
When someone advises I don’t kill a particular person, I usually do the opposite and kill the fucker. However, the threat of Posie quitting seemed too high of a risk because she was deadly serious.
If Posie was at a cemetery, it’s likely she buried someone she cares about there, and I need to know who it is. So before leaving Boston, I call Will Walker. My desire to figure her out myself no longer matters. I want and need to know everything about her because I never want to see that level of fear in her eyes again. I’ve seen so many sides of Posie—sassy, sexy, intelligent, mischievous, and flashes of her monstrous temperament. But I’ve never witnessed fear in her, and I’m willing to hunt down every fucker who ever made her feel that way.
I trail behind her, weaving between cars, making sure no one is following her and she’s safe. When she pulls onto her street, I keep driving because I don’t trust myself around her right now. Not because I think I’ll hurt her. I know no matter the circumstance, I could never hurt her. I’m giving her space because, with how she looked at me, I’d most likely only make matters worse until she cools down and processes what happened today. That, and Will has already sent me the information on her, which leads me to believe that perhaps my little blonde monster isn’t so much of a mystery at all.