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)
“Well, fuck,” Jessie grumbled, watching the scene unfold in front of us. I clenched my fists, wanting to bash Joey’s face in for the way he was treating Adelaide.
Adelaide’s hand came up and flew across Joey’s face with a resounding slap that sent his face swinging to the side. “Fuck!” I heard Jessie yell.
I lurched to my feet at the same time Jessie jumped over the bar, rushing toward the two of them. Joey roughly shoved Addy away from him, sending her crashing into a table and down to the floor.
I saw fucking red.
I stormed over to Joey and slammed my fist into his face, sending him crashing back into one of the pool tables. Joey spit out blood, glaring up at me. “What the fuck?” he snarled up at me.
“Keep your fucking hands off of her,” I snapped down at him.
He chuckled, spitting out more blood as he pushed himself off the floor and rose back up to his feet. He looked deadly, like the monster everyone described him to be. “You go ahead and deal with that fucking whore,” he snarled, jabbing a finger at Adelaide. “I’m done with her.”
That time when I punched him, he slumped to the floor, knocked out cold, though I was pretty sure it had more to do with the liquor in his bloodstream rather than my fist hitting his face. Joey never went down easily.
I turned to Addy, only to see Jessie already helping her up from the floor. “You sure he didn’t hurt you too badly?” Jessie gently asked Addy.
Adelaide nodded. “Yeah. I’m good,” she grumbled, her eyes flickering to Joey for a moment before she shut her eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
I walked over to her and let my eyes run over her, checking to make sure that she was truly okay. “If he ever touches you again, I’ll fucking put a bullet through his skull,” I snarled, drawing her into my arms once she was steady.
She sighed, relaxing into me. I tightened my arms around her, not one to let a moment like this pass me by. I knew there would be very few of them. “I hit him first,” she defended him.
I sighed. She fucking loved him, and that shit gutted me. “Addy, baby, if you hit me, the most I would do is put you over my knee and spank you into submission.” I heard a low moan release from the back of her throat, and I smirked. I could still affect her, just as I had when we were younger. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, Addy.”
She shrugged. “You get used to it.”
I clenched my jaw, wanting to break Joey’s neck at that moment, but I restrained myself, knowing that if anything would drive Adelaide away from me, that would be it. “You should have never had to get used to it, Addy.”
She stayed silent, and I tightened my arms around her again, pressing my lips to the top of her head. We stayed like that for a moment, letting her draw strength from me.
After a minute, I leaned down, so my mouth was at her ear. A shiver ran down her spine as my hot breath blew over her lobe. I smirked. “I bet I could have you scream my name a hell of a lot louder than he did, Addy.”
Her fingers twisted into my shirt as her breath hitched in her throat. I silently pressed a kiss to her rapidly beating pulse.
Patience. I had to have patience.
I knew I would have her where she belonged soon enough.
Chapter Eight
Adelaide
Ibounced on the balls of my feet as I swung my fist forward, connecting it with the punching bag in front of me. I quickly swung my other fist forward, bringing my leg up right after.
I was aggravated beyond belief.
After everything that happened yesterday with Vin, I was on lockdown. To say that I was already going stir crazy in less than twenty-four hours was a bit of an understatement.
Joey had even left me behind this morning when he went on his run. We woke up everyone in the clubhouse during our shouting match because usually, he took me with him. Now, he was going to be gone for three days, and the last words I’d said to him were that I fucking hated him.
I was sorely regretting my words now. I knew he wasn’t ever guaranteed to come back from a run, and if something were to happen to him, I would hate myself. Because no matter how much we fought, Joey was one of my rocks. He kept me grounded. Fuck, he kept me alive.
After I’d shouted at him that I hated him, he had simply left me with strict instructions to not leave the clubhouse. And to ensure that I followed the rules that Joey set, Tristan had set up one of his men at each entrance and exit of the clubhouse, which included the fucking windows so that I couldn’t escape like last time.