Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
With that, I strode out of the warehouse so I could go pack my shit and get the fuck out of Sons of Death’s territory.
I threw my duffel bag onto the back of my bike and strapped it down, ignoring the sound of the pounding music from the clubhouse behind me. Tristan hadn’t come back to the clubhouse yet, probably staying away until he got the word that I was gone.
Adelaide had disappeared from the warehouse before I had left, and I had only received a single text from her telling me she was safe and that she would see me before I left. But she wasn’t there yet, and I didn’t want to wait around any longer just in case Tristan changed his mind about sparing my life.
I straddled my bike, getting ready to strap my helmet to my head when I noticed a slim figure walking through the gates to the clubhouse, her arms wrapped around herself. Those beautiful, brown eyes that I loved so much locked on me. “Leaving?” she softly asked as she drew closer.
“Got to,” I informed her as she continued making her way over to me. “Grim’s orders.”
“I’m sorry.”
I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me. Her hands settled over my shoulders. I slid my arms around her waist, drawing her between my knees as I propped my ass on my bike seat. “Don’t be. I’ve been dying to have a taste of you since you came back from Joey’s club,” I admitted. “I’ll never regret anything that happened between us, darlin’.”
“Where are you going to go?” she asked, reaching up to run her thumb over the stubble on my jaw.
I shrugged. “Wherever the road takes me, I guess,” I told her. But I had a feeling I would be going back home. Home to Texas and to the club I was born and raised in before family shit drove me away.
“You’ll take care, right?” Her eyes ran over my face, shiny with more unshed tears. Today was the most I’d ever seen this woman cry.
I reached up to cup her cheek. “Always, darlin’.”
She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I deepened the kiss for a moment, wanting this with her one last time. I knew she and I were destined to be together, but I had to be patient. She would come to me when it was time. And I knew when that time came, she would find me without even meaning to.
After a moment, I released her, strapping my helmet to my head as she stepped back from me, wrapping her arms back around herself.
“Live for me,” I told her as I started up my bike.
She swallowed thickly, tears sparkling in her beautiful, brown eyes. “Always,” she promised.
I peeled out of the lot, leaving the last bit of my happiness behind with her.
But I knew she would find her way to me when the time was right.
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