Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Rosalie couldn’t recall exactly when her hatred of him started, only that it had grown and manifested into what it was now. She hated him with a passion. There was nothing that would douse the flame. It was there, cemented between them. Regardless of how many times he hit her, she’d take more pleasure in irritating him. She couldn’t get even with him, at least not yet.
“Cut the fucking act.”
She turned her head to look at the man who’d spoken. He sounded so vicious. Ah, another man who didn’t like her—Colt, she believe they’d called him. That was her soon-to-be husband, unless she found some miraculous way out of it.
“What act?” Rosalie asked.
Colt stepped toward her. Everything about him was threatening. His whole demeanor as he approached seemed to vibrate. She had no doubt that if given the order, he’d kill her.
“You can fool my mom, but you won’t fool me.”
Rosalie didn’t like the way he stood over her, threatening and in control. She pushed herself to her feet and glared at him. “This is not an act. Do you think I want to be here?”
“Please, women would kill to marry me.”
She couldn’t help it. The laughter bubbled up in her chest and threatened to explode out of her. “You’re kidding me, right? You actually think I want to marry you? That I want anything to do with any of this?”
As if she had a choice in the matter. Daemon had threatened her mother. Simple as that. She had fought him on the way out to the bikes and he’d grabbed her, hard.
“If you don’t get on that fucking bike and do as you’re told, I’ll make your mother pay. She will scream and I’ll make you listen as I hurt her. It will be your fault.”
There was no way she’d ever hear her mom scream again, not on her watch. It was why she always tried to stay home at night, and to be at the house when she was. When she was younger, she recalled hearing her mom scream. Just thinking about that memory sickened her. She wasn’t a child anymore. A man coming downstairs, doing up his belt, her mother’s screams, not to mention her struggling to walk the next few days, spoke for itself.
Now she stood in another MC’s clubhouse, in the office, staring at the man that was going to be her husband.
Colt closed the distance between them and then wrapped his fingers around her neck.
“If you think I’m going to be fooled so easily, you’re mistaken.” He pulled her in close, his fingers tight. “And if you put this club or my family in danger, I’m going to ruin you, do you understand me?”
He tightened his grip and Rosalie struggled against him. She understood. This man was exactly like her father.
There was a knock at the door and Colt let her go. She took a deep breath, and turned her head away as whoever it was stuck their head around the door and asked if it was okay.
All Rosalie wanted to do was go home to her mom. Hold her. She could pretend for a few hours that everything was fine.
“How’s everything going?” Kim asked.
“It’s fine,” Rosalie said. Her voice sounded a little scratchy and her throat tickled. She ignored the sensation and instead brushed past him. “We’re done.”
Stepping out of the office, Rosalie hated what she saw. There were so many men and a lot of women in different states of undress. She looked across the room and sure enough, her father was drinking with that bastard’s dad.
“Why don’t you stay?” Kim asked, grabbing her arm as she tried to get away.
Rosalie shrugged out of her hold. “I’m fine. I’d like to go home.” Colt stepped up behind her and she quickly moved toward Daemon.
Stepping in front of him, he went from her boots up to her head.
“Move,” Daemon said.
“I want to go home.”
“Can’t you see I’m enjoying myself? Fuck off.”
She nodded. Fine. Without waiting for further instruction and seeing as he gave the order to fuck off, Rosalie was more than happy to do so. She left the main clubhouse and headed straight toward the gate. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a cab.
“You know you don’t have to leave.”
Kim had followed her out. Rosalie spun toward the woman. She seemed kind but then so did Daemon until he struck.
“Yeah, I do.”
“This would give you the perfect opportunity to mingle, get to know your new family. It would be good for you.”
Clenching her hands into fists, she took a deep breath and turned toward the other woman.
“No, thank you,” she said. “I’m going home.”
She shoved her hands into her dungaree pockets and waited. They were made by her mother a few years ago. They’d gone shopping for some new clothes, and Rosalie had struggled to find a pair that fit her comfortably, so her mother, working in a fabric shop, had offered to make her a pair. She loved them, they were so comfortable.