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)
“No, Adelaide, this time it’s different.” I clenched my jaw, glaring at the sheets of the bed as I sat down, my heart thumping crazily in my chest. My throat burned with tears. He couldn’t be doing this. He promised me that I could always keep him with me.
“He’s destroyed your entire fucking room, and he’s got a meeting this afternoon with a hired hitman,” she informed me. I swallowed hard. My life just took a major downward spiral. Joey had officially turned his back on me. I guessed his word didn’t mean shit either. “You need to stay hidden.”
“Thanks, Jessie, but I can take care of myself,” I quietly told her.
I hung up, clenching my jaw to hold in my tears and the hurt burning through my chest. I quickly pulled up my texts and went to Joey’s number, a smirk twisting my lips as I prepared to piss him off even further. I couldn’t help it. I was hurting. Fucking aching.
And I was self-destructing.
Adelaide:
Can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned, Joe- Joe. Love you!
My phone pinged with a text message a moment later. Tristan hovered over my shoulder as I opened it to read the message.
Joey:
What the fuck are you talking about?
“What the fuck is going on?” Tristan demanded to know. When I didn’t answer him, he gripped my arm and yanked me off the bed, swinging me around to face him. My heart was splitting in my chest, the pain billowing out through the rest of my body. “Fucking answer me, dammit,” He snarled down into my face when I didn’t immediately answer, his eyes narrowed.
I shrugged, moving back from him. My heart and mind started going nuts when he touched me. I hated it. I couldn’t let him affect me like he used to. I wasn’t that same young, foolish, naive girl anymore.
I wanted Joey, but he was giving up on me.
My phone pinged again, this time with a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown:
Wherefore art thou, Adelaide? Tick. Tick. Boom.
“Fuck!” I shouted, gripping Tristan’s wrist in my hand as I pulled him toward the bedroom door.
“Addy, what the fuck?!” Tristan shouted, trying to pull me to a stop.
“We’ve got to get out, Tristan. This place is about to fucking explode!” I barked at him over my shoulder, my heart pounding hard and fast in my chest as adrenaline rushed through my veins.
Something in my gut told me this wasn’t Joey’s doing. He wouldn’t have had time to have a talk with a hitman yet nor to set up any kind of plan.
Someone was after Tristan.
Or me. There was no real way of knowing. I’d pissed off a lot of people in the past three years.
We rushed out of the old, rundown house right before the ground shook with an explosion. The last thing I remembered was Tristan throwing me to the ground and covering his body with mine before everything went dark.
Chapter Three
Adelaide
Asoft groan spilled from my lips when I turned my head to look over at Tristan, wincing when pain stabbed through my neck from sleeping wrong. It was dark outside, and the only sound in the car was the soft purr of the car engine and the tires rolling over the asphalt of the highway. Tristan had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other was on the gear shift between us.
A pang pierced my heart for a moment as I remembered him always giving my knee a gentle squeeze before he used to switch gears. He had always preferred manual cars over automatics. He liked being in control of when his car would shift.
“Good to see you awake,” he spoke up, his voice low and gruff. He glanced over at me before he focused his eyes back on the road.
I grunted and rolled my neck around, groaning when my neck popped, but that ache finally eased off. “Where are you taking me?”
Tristan tapped the steering wheel with two of his fingers, looking in his rear-view mirror before he switched lanes to go around a slower car. “To my cousin’s since my house got blown up,” he informed me.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Should have kept your nose in your own business,” I retorted.
Tristan clenched his jaw. “You don’t belong with the Sons of Hell, Addy,” Tristan snapped at me. “You belong here with me.”
I snorted. “One, stop fucking calling me Addy. You lost that privilege three years ago.” Tristan’s hand tightened around the steering wheel, his teeth clenched so tightly that the muscle in his jaw began to tick. “Two, I belong with them a hell of a lot more than I belong with you,” I snarled.
Tristan shot a dark look in my direction. I only narrowed my eyes at him in return. He didn’t intimidate me anymore nor did he scare me. “You never used to be like this, Adelaide,” Tristan finally said, his voice a little calmer. I snorted. He didn’t know who the fuck I was today. He’d been gone for three goddamn years. I wasn’t sweet anymore. I was a fucking monster. “What the fuck is going on with you?”