Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I start to shake my head, but he ignores it and grabs me by the hand. He tries to tug me to the bike, but knowing he’s going to try to get me on it instantly fills me with terror again.
Digging in my heels, I cry out, “I can’t do it, Coy. I seriously fucking can’t!”
He keeps stubbornly trying to tug me to it until I break out in huge, gulping sobs.
“Allie,” he says, his face looking tortured as he stops and looks back at me.
Shaking my arm up and down hard, I manage to free my hand from his grip. Then I take off running, not even knowing where the fuck I’m going, only knowing I need to be anywhere but here.
Coy catches me halfway down the driveway. Grabbing me off my feet, he wraps me back up in his arms.
“Please don’t make me do it, Coy! Please!” I wail as he crushes me against his chest, unable to control myself.
“I won’t. I’m sorry,” he repeats over and over, and my fucking heart breaks to hear him say it.
I can’t seem to get a grip on myself until I hear someone calling out, “Pres?”
“It’s fine, go back inside,” Coy snaps back and then starts kissing the top of my head and soothing me again.
I take deep gulping breaths until I feel the terror releasing its hold on me. He’s not going to make me do it, there’s nothing to be afraid of…
“I’m sorry, Coy. I’m so fucking sorry,” I choke out.
“It’s okay, baby,” he says softly and plants another kiss on the top of my head.
But it’s not okay.
Twisting around in his arms, I press my face against his chest and give him a tight hug.
I take in his smell. The smell of leather, night air, and him.
I let it bring me back down from the edge.
But now that the terror has faded, all I feel is crushing disappointment in myself. I just ruined our whole night. I just ruined something he even admitted that he’s been looking forward to for a long time…
“I really wanted to go out with you tonight,” I sniffle and tip my head back to look up at him.
Coy smiles down at me and there’s so much sadness in his smile I feel my heart breaking all over again. “We’re still going out, Allie Cat. We’re not gonna let this fucking stop us.”
I start to stiffen, my throat closing up, until he reassures me, “We’re not going on the bike.”
I nod my head and let the fear die back down.
I take another deep breath before I ask, “How are we going?”
Coy gives me a tight squeeze and then lets out a big sigh. “I guess we’ll take Barney.”
I frown and remind him, “But Barney is broken.”
Coy shakes his head and the corner of his mouth starts to curve with a smirk. “Nah, Grem put your battery in my garage. It will only take me a few minutes to hook it back up.”
You’d think it would be the last thing I’d be feeling right now, but I experience a hot flash of anger.
“Grem took my battery out?” I almost growl.
Coy laughs at the expression on my face, and just seeing him look a little happy again makes me feel a million times better. “Don’t be mad at him, Allie Cat. I was the one who fucking told him to do it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Allie
Coy keeps reassuring me he’s not mad he has to drive my minivan to the clubhouse, but I don’t believe him.
He refused to drive his bike and let me follow him, but it’s obvious he’s unhappy over this whole thing.
Especially when I catch him shaking his head and muttering under his breath. “Showing up at my own clubhouse in a fuckin’ cage… and a fuckin’ minivan at that…”
“Coy—” I start to say but stop myself.
I want to tell him I’m sorry again, but every time I do, it only seems to irritate him more.
Coy gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and lifts my hand up to his mouth, kissing it as his eyes remain on the road. Then he drops my hand to his lap, keeping it trapped there.
“It’s fine,” he repeats for the millionth time. “Everything will be fine.”
And I don’t know if he’s saying that for me, or for himself.
I have my doubts that things will be fine.
No, my freak-out is just another reminder that this relationship we’re trying to build is literally hanging by a thread.
The entire thing could snap and fall apart at any second.
Twisting a little in my seat, I look out my window and let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
The night started out so great… It felt like the stars had finally aligned and we could find some happiness together, but everything has gone to shit.