Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“What the fuck happened to your face, Addy?” Tristan asked, moving to step forward but deciding against it.
I pointed to where Henry was struggling off of the floor, his face covered in blood. “Hand over your fucking cut!” River barked, moving to where Henry was trying to struggle into a standing position, shouting in agony at the broken bones in his body. My stomach twisted.
“All of this over a random piece of pussy?” Henry bravely snapped at River from his position on the floor.
River wrapped his large hand around Henry’s throat, lifting him off the floor as he slammed him against the wall. Henry screamed in pain, all the broken bones in his body no doubt crying in agony. “Want to fucking repeat that?” River snarled at him, his voice deadly.
Henry choked, shaking his head no. River dropped him to the floor, and Henry sprawled at his feet, another scream of pain leaving his lips. My blood chilled in my veins. “Your fucking cut,” River snarled, holding his hand out.
Henry managed to shrug it off, handing it over to River. “Vern, get him the fuck off of my territory.”
“I would have put a bullet through his thick skull,” Tristan commented as I strode past him and out into the bar room, where River was handing the guy with the beard Henry’s cut.
“Burn it,” River ordered. The guy nodded before he strode outside, casting me a dirty look before he did. I glared back at him.
He was going to be fucking trouble.
I looked to the clubhouse doors as Mel strode back through holding two grocery bags. I grinned when she set them on the counter. “Oh, yes, finally,” I breathed in relief, rushing into the kitchen to find a bowl.
Tristan and River both sat at the bar as I made my bowl of cereal, both men silent as they watched me. I closed my eyes and moaned as I took that first delicious bite, all that sugar exploding over my tastebuds. River’s eyes met mine, a smirk lighting up his face as my cheeks flushed under his burning gaze.
Tristan ran his hands down his face, and a bad feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, souring my mood again. “What did I do wrong, Addy?” he asked me quietly as he looked up at me with those sad eyes that always tore my heart apart.
I fucking hated myself for the pain that I caused him. I’d cheated on him and had gotten pregnant with another man’s baby. I’d really fucking hurt him.
“I can probably answer that,” River stated. I snapped my eyes up to River’s face. “You confined her, Grim. You wanted to control her so much. I get it—you thought you were protecting her, but you slowly broke her, Grim. And she ran from you the first opportunity she got.” River shrugged. “And you did the worst fucking thing possible by cuffing her to your bed when you got her back to try to keep her there.”
Tristan’s eyes met mine. “What happened though, Addy? Fuck, I literally had you in my bed two hours before I fucking left that day,” he reminded me.
I swallowed thickly, my heart throbbing for what used to be between us but could never—would never—be again. “I needed to forget,” I whispered, suddenly not hungry anymore. “And River was there to help me forget.” The lump building in my throat made it near impossible to speak, but I pushed past it, roughly clearing my throat. “It was supposed to be a one-time thing.”
Tristan barked out a laugh. “One time, my ass,” he muttered.
“Tristan—” I started, but River cut me off.
“You don’t owe him a fucking explanation, darlin’.” I turned my eyes to him. He reached across the bar and gently gripped my chin. I blinked back tears. River’s eyes softened with understanding. “He should have treated you better so that you wouldn’t have to find comfort in the arms of another man. That’s all it comes down to.”
River stood up and came around the bar to where I was standing. He pressed his lips to the top of my head. I closed my eyes as I fisted his cut in my hands, holding him with me for a moment, just long enough to bring myself back together. He kept his lips pressed to my hair until I slowly released him.
“Finish your cereal, darlin’.” He pointed a finger at Tristan. “You’re with me. I want to discuss something since you’ve taken it upon yourself to barge onto my territory and into my clubhouse without a fucking invitation.”
Tristan scowled but got up anyway, following River to a room off to the side of the bar room, more than likely the chapel. I sighed, running my hands over my face tiredly.
Fuck, I just wanted to distract myself from this fucked up love triangle I’d found myself stuck in.