Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
What exactly had I done to deserve this? I followed the rules. Other than not getting plastic surgery, I did everything else. Followed the right path. Yet, it was not good enough.
My father hated me. My own mother didn’t even stick around long enough to know my name. The nannies that came into my world hated me. No one has ever liked me.
What did I do wrong? That question kept ringing in my head, and was driving me crazy.
And then I screamed, throwing myself away from Victor. He had caught up with me and wrapped his arms around me, but I didn’t want his comfort. I didn’t want anything from him.
“Leave me alone,” I said.
“You need to come home,” he said.
“Fuck you. What did I ever do to you? I try to build bridges with you, and you just tear them down. You know what, you are a shitty husband, and I don’t want to have kids with you, because I don’t want you to touch me. Sex with you is awful. I don’t even know why people are so obsessed with it.”
I stand there and throw every morsel of pain, and then I don’t feel better. All I did was tell him the truth. I hated myself.
“Freya, you can hate me and I know I’ve been shitty, but we’ve got to get inside. A storm is brewing, and we can’t be out here. That’s why Ivan was on the phone. He called me to tell me what to do. We’ve got to get inside right now.”
I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, I saw the dark cloud looming. Even the weather doesn’t have time for my tantrums. I wanted to scream. But instead, I just get to my feet, and with Victor by my side, holding my hand, we run to the house.
He closes the doors, and I listen to him as he barks orders at me on how to seal the house, as the storm hits. Loud rumbles of thunder echo throughout the house. We seal up each window, each door, latching them for security.
With everything secured, I find Victor in the main sitting room, and that was when he heard the rumble of thunder, the whip of lightening, and then our electricity went out.
Chapter Nine
Victor
The generator kicked in as soon as the electricity went out. Ivan did think of everything. I can’t believe I lost my temper with him, and Freya heard the conversation. She wasn’t supposed to hear anything.
Damn it. I was just being a little bitch. I wanted to be back in my territory, defending it. I wanted to be the one to kill the fucking Grid, for daring to accept a reward for the death of my wife. I’m not used to being cast onto a beautiful deserted island, just sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing. This is not who I am. Never did I sit around waiting for shit to happen, and it was pissing me off to do so now.
“Do you think it will pass over?” Freya asked.
I don’t know if she even realized she had been screaming with her sobbing. It had been heartbreaking to watch. Seeing the look of pain and anger, and ... I don’t know what else. There was a lot going on in Freya’s head. Shit I didn’t even understand, and from what she yelled at me, I know I had caused a lot of her grief, and that made me feel like a piece of shit. I didn’t want to hurt her, and yet the irony was, I tried to keep my distance.
Once again, when it came to my wife, I had fucked up. I didn’t know how the other Brigadiers did it. They were all happily married, but I didn’t know if they had fucked up, even just a little. Women hadn’t been important to me. Not since my mother and sister. Sure, I loved to play and fuck, and there had been plenty of women who liked to do exactly that. It had been a long time since I did that.
I was not going to step out on my wife. Our vows meant something. I had given my word to Freya. It was fucked up, even in my own head, because I had promised to love, honor, and cherish her, yet I hadn’t done either. I’d been fucking cruel.
Freya was sitting on one of the sofas, holding onto one of the pillows. She looked terrified.
“You don’t like storms?” I asked.
“I’m not a fan.”
I nod. I didn’t care about storms. Moving in close to her, I sat down and she tried to wriggle away, but I wrapped an arm around her, stopping her.
“You can fight me all you want, but you’re not going to fucking win. Stop being a pain in the ass, and let me comfort you.”