Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Too late,” I mutter.
“Girl I met was probably one of the most determined people I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t let one thing stop you from fightin’ for what you believe in.”
“Fighting for what I believe in nearly cost me my life,” I point out.
“You went about it wrong.”
I glance at him. “Maybe, but at the time, I knew it mattered, and that’s all I cared about.”
“Does it still matter?”
I think on that for a moment. Does it still matter? The reason I started doing this in the first place, was because I believed someone had wronged an innocent man. Do I still believe that?
I nod. “Yes. It does.”
“Then don’t back down.”
That’s easy for him to say.
“He wants me to get information from Bill. I don’t know how I’m going to do that without being caught.”
“The same way you have gotten all this information.” Fury shrugs. “You go in and you fuckin’ take what you need. No questions asked.”
“Bill works for dangerous people. It’s different now.”
“You’ll find a way.”
We both sit in silence, a few more drinks going down and making everything feel a little better.
As night falls, I know I’m no longer able to drive and I’ll have to get someone to come and get me. Western has come out of the house, and we’re all sitting around the fire now, continuing to drink, Hazel by his side, giving me a look that tells me she isn’t about to move away from it any time soon. Frustration bubbles once more, and I want nothing more than to throw my damned drink at her, but I have more class than that.
“Why is she still here?”
Hazel’s voice comes above the crackle of the fire, and I pin her with a glare. She has been wanting to start a fight since the moment she walked out here. I’ve ignored her, done my best to pretend she isn’t here, but with a woman like Hazel, you don’t just sit back and ignore her. She will make sure you lose it, and she’ll take great joy in it.
“Because they like me more than you,” I say, giving her a salty smile.
She snorts. “I doubt that. It’s me he’s fucking, not you.”
I grin. “Are you sure about that?”
Her eyes flare, Western looks wild with rage, and someone beside me chuckles.
Then she’s up, always looking for a fight.
“What did you say?”
“Sit the fuck down,” Western barks.
“I won’t sit down! Did you fuck her?”
“He did. Right over there on that broken tree,” I point off into the darkness. “Less than a week ago.”
Hazel darts around the fire, Western’s hand just missing her as he tries to stop her. The moment she reaches me, she lunges, her body slamming into mine. The two of us go backward, and I hit the ground with a thump that has my tender ribs screaming in pain. Clawing at my face, Hazel tries to rip my hair out, screaming and cursing. Within seconds, she’s being hauled away from me by Fury, who has an arm around her. Her legs flail as she continues her onslaught of abuse.
“You filthy slut, he’s my husband!”
“Don’t kid yourself, honey,” I mutter, pushing myself off the ground and dusting the dirt from my clothes. “If the circumstances were different, he wouldn’t even look in your direction.”
“Oh really,” she bellows. “Then why is he trying to have a baby with me?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Western roars, causing both of us to immediately simmer down. “Bonnie, get the fuck over here, now.”
His voice is icy, angry, and I take a shaky step in his direction. The moment I’m close enough, powerful fingers curl around my upper arm and he’s pulling me away into the darkness, Hazel’s bellowing following us. I’m in trouble, I know it, but I don’t take back what I said. If he wants to be faithful to his wife, then he shouldn’t have slept with me. I get called out for every bad choice I make, it’s his turn.
When we reach the shed, he opens the door, pulling me inside.
The second it slams behind us, he releases me and spins on me, a wild look in his eyes.
“What the fuck sort of game are you playin’ at?”
I cross my arms, my gaze not once wavering. “I’m not playing at anything; I’m simply telling her the truth.”
“You’re tryin’ to cause more drama for my club than you already have.”
I snort. “Don’t flatter yourself. I have better things to do.”
“And yet here you fuckin’ are.”
I purse my lips. “Is it true, what she said?”
He doesn’t even think on his answer. “No it isn’t fuckin’ true. I’m not doin’ shit with her.”
I don’t know why that feels so good, but I almost exhale with relief.
Time to change the subject. I don’t want to talk about Hazel and her lies any longer.