Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Not enough,” I mumbled, sipping at the coffee. I winced at the burn, but it cleared my head a little. “Don’t wanna be sober.”
Scorpion sighed. “Drink the fucking coffee, Chase. I can’t have my VP goddamn wasted.”
I groaned but did as he ordered, grimacing at the first sip. Fuck, that was hot as hell. I was pretty sure the scorching hot coffee had burned away most of the layers of skin on the roof of my mouth, but I was a little more awake now.
“Leave us,” Scorpion told Mark and Halo. As soon as they were out of the room, he stared down at me, his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s seven fucking A.M., Chase.” Damn, it was already that time? Shit. “Were you drinking all goddamn night?”
“Yep,” I mumbled, laying back against the pillows, sleep tugging at my brain.
“Why?” Scorpion demanded, anger coloring his words. I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.
“Sophia asked me to fuck her,” I mumbled, already half-asleep. “She cried. Bled. And it was on my hands.”
I was pretty sure he said something else, but I was already passed out in a drunken sleep.
9
Sophia
Chase was missing when I woke up the next morning, and he hadn’t come to me when I’d woken up screaming again from another nightmare. It left me wondering if maybe he’d gotten what he’d wanted from me after all and dipped, leaving me to deal with the aftermath of being associated with him.
It would be such a typical biker thing to do. After all, how many times had my dad come in and wrecked my mom’s world, leaving her to pick up the pieces of his destruction? She’d believed him time and time again when he promised things would be different.
But all bikers seemed to be the same.
Yet when it came to Chase, that didn’t feel right to me. Something else had to have happened because I’d seen the agony in his eyes when he let that guilt through. I saw how much he hated himself when he looked at what happened to me. I’d seen the worry and concern in his eyes as he’d wiped away my tears while he slowly rocked in and out of my body, doing his best to help me in the way I’d begged him to.
Jessica was talking quietly to Scorpion when I made it down the stairs the next morning. Scorpion looked over at me with an unreadable look on his face, but his wife scowled. Instantly, I tensed, my guard going up.
Something had happened.
And for some reason, it had something to do with me.
“Jessica,” Scorpion called, but she ignored him, turning to face me. He settled his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from coming near me. I swallowed thickly, crossing my arms over my chest as if I could shield myself from her.
“Do you know what you did?” Jessica asked me, her temper barely in check. Anger laced her words, and under it, I could hear a note of concern.
I slowly shook my head, not understanding why she was attacking me. She clenched her jaw before forcing it to relax and crossed her arms over her chest as well. “Chase drank himself sick last night after you two apparently slept together.” I flinched. Had he hated touching me so much? “He was so inebriated, he could barely talk. And he woke up two hours ago throwing up so badly, we were worried we’d have to send him to the hospital.” Tears clouded my vision, but I blinked them back. “I told you he would do anything for you, Sophia, and I meant that. You know what that means?”
Sniffling, I shook my head. She sighed. “Sophia, it means he would even go as far as destroying himself if it made you feel okay again.”
Oh, God. Vomit rose in my throat. My stomach churned. I had to find Chase and talk to him. He couldn’t do this to himself.
It wasn’t me after all. Well, it was, but not in the way I’d been thinking it was. He was disgusted with himself for touching me when I was traumatized. It didn’t matter that I’d been the one begging him to do so.
“Where is he?” I croaked, begging her with my eyes to tell me so I could make this right.
“I sent him on a run about an hour ago,” Scorpion spoke up. I closed my eyes, a tear spilling down my cheek. “You two need some time apart before Chase does something that he can’t change—that he can’t come back from.”
Looking down at my feet, I nodded my head, understanding why Scorpion had done that and hating it all the same. I needed to talk to him in person, not over a stupid phone call or a text. But what if that was my only option to get through to him?