Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Kael straightens his shoulders, and his voice comes out low. “I know I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
I laugh, raw and ragged. “Bullshit. You could’ve just talked to me. You couldn’t even look me in the eye. You didn’t fight for me, didn’t lift a finger. Because it’s always about the fucking club.”
For a heartbeat, I see the man I thought he was, flickering behind his scarily calm demeanor. It rips me open. He swallows. “I’m sorry.”
“Not enough,” I whisper. “I trusted you. I gave up everything because I thought you were one of the good ones.”
His jaw ticks and I can see the pain behind all the ink and leather. He regrets it, I know he does, but it’s too late for that.
Wolfe steps forward, hands up. “The only thing that matters is keeping Gage from killing you. You’re not safe out there, Sable.”
My gun never falters. I laugh bitterly, voice hollow. “Who says I’m safer in here? Gage might be a cold-hearted monster, but at least he is honest about who he is. He doesn’t keep shit from me, he puts his evil right in my face which is more than I can say about either of you.”
Kael’s mouth opens, but I cut him off. “No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I’m going to find my husband, and find out what the fuck it is he wants.”
Kael’s face twists, and I know I’ve hit him where it hurts. Good, maybe he can understand just how much his actions hurt me.
“Do not go there,” he growls, low.
“You don’t get a say so in what I do.”
“Sable,” his voice is soft, almost desperate and it hurts, but I can’t stop now.
I need to finish this, with Gage, with the club, with everything.
“Stand over there,” I order, voice unwavering. “You know if you don’t, one shot will be the end of you.”
Kael steps back, his face twisted with an unreadable pain.
Wolfe moves too, and the two of them stand over by the wall.
I keep the gun pointed on them as I back up to the door, then I’m out of there. I turn and run, charging down the halls, pointing the gun at anyone who gets in my way. Nobody tries to stop me.
The moment I step outside, the tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks, but I don’t stop.
I run out the front gates and onto the road.
I’m going to finish this, so that maybe, just maybe, I will get my chance at freedom.
The man I thought was going to deliver it to me, turned out to be capable of breaking my heart even more than my own husband.
The hurt is a knife to the chest, but I’m going to use it to fuel my rage.
It’s the only way I’m getting out of here.
14
There’s a part of me, stashed somewhere under all the old bullshit, that always believed I’d see this place again. Gage’s clubhouse. There are people everywhere, and the second they notice me, I can see mobile phones coming out. No doubt to warn Gage that I am here.
Good.
Let them.
I walk inside the clubhouse and spot him straight away. He leans against the bar, some sweetbutt perched on his lap, pouring him a shot. He sees me and the mask slides into place, that stony expression that gives nothing away. The girl scurries off. For a second, Gage just stares, a slight grin on his face, just enough to show how arrogant he really is. Then he flicks his chin, calls my name low. “Sabie.” My heart skips a beat and everyone has stopped, looking at us, bracing for what might unfold.
I stop three feet from him. His boots are up on a barstool, his hand curling a shot glass, but I can see the way his other hand toys with something in his jacket pocket. He’s no doubt keeping his fingers near his gun, just in case I decide to throw down. I’m not here for that, though.
Well, unless he gives me no choice.
“You put a fuckin’ tracker on my phone,” I say, just loud enough for a chosen few to hear.
He tips back the shot, never looking away. “You’re damn right I did.”
I glare at him.
He drops his boots and leans forward on the stool, staring into my soul. “You walked into Sons’ territory and in doing that, you made a choice. I warned you what would happen if you did.”
“You blew a god damned warehouse. Someone could have been inside.”
He shrugs, then gestures, slow, controlled. “That was club business.”
A snicker escapes from somewhere in the room, and I realize how stupid this is, fighting him in front of his crew. He leans forward, bracing arms on the bar, and every muscle in his neck is tense. The air between us is thick, and even breathing near him feels dangerous. “You chose them. You walked out and didn’t look back. After everything I’ve done for you. If you thought I was going to sit back and sign your little papers and let you run off into the sunset with that motherfucker, then you are sadly mistaken.”