Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Fucking no.
That’s all she had to say, but she didn’t.
She didn’t because it’s true.
It’s fucking true.
I put my fucking soul into her, only to find out that she’s a god damned liar.
Fuck.
God dammit.
“Prez,” Maverick says, bursting into my room.
“I’m fuckin’ busy,” I roar. “What the fuck do you want, Maverick?”
He glares at me. “Get it, bro. Believe me when I say I get it. Fuckin’ hurts, like a hot knife to the guts, but I wouldn’t interrupt you if I didn’t think it was important.”
“What is it?” I grate out through clenched teeth.
“Charlie’s gone missin’.”
“What do you mean she’s gone missin’? How can she go missin’? She’s probably looking further into the business for us and hasn’t been seen.”
“She hasn’t been seen for two days, since she was last here. She went back in, we had eyes on her, and then she disappeared. Nobody has seen her come or go to her unit, nothin’. She’s gone.”
“So she did a fuckin’ runner?” I growl, the blood coursing through my veins are making my head feel like it’s going to explode. “I told you that bitch was no good.”
“I don’t think she’s done a runner,” Koda says, walking into the room, clearly having overheard our conversation. “Mason said there were people sniffin’ around her apartment, a bunch of men went in, came out with some shit. Lookin’ for somethin’. Probably evidence of us. If I’m correct, and fuck, I usually am, I’d say our man has got her.”
God. Fuckin’. Dammit. “Trey?”
Maverick and Koda both nod.
“Yeah, Trey. She’s been askin’ questions, obviously the wrong kinds and it must have gotten back to him. He figured it out, and he took her, fuck knows what he’s doin’ to her, but I imagine he’ll send her back as a message to us,” Koda growls. “Probably beaten to a fuckin’ pulp, or worse.”
“We gotta find this fucker, can’t wait any longer,” Maverick growls. “It’s gettin’ dangerous. He’s goin’ to strike and take us all down if we don’t do somethin’ soon.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I roar, slamming my fists down on the bench. “Tryin’ to find the piece of shit and having no luck. You wanted to put eyes and ears on the ground, and he figured it out. Can’t fuckin’ take down someone I can’t find.”
“One good thing we know out of this,” Koda says, eyes icy, “he’s close, he’s just doin’ a good job at hidin’.”
“He can continue to hide,” I growl, standing and shoving my chair back. “But I’m done fuckin’ hidin’. I’m goin’ to go in, guns blazin’, until that piece of shit comes out. From now on, we go bold, we make a scene, and we let him know we mean business.”
“How do you want to do that?” Maverick grins.
“Bring me some fuckin’ junkies, I’ll kill every one of them until I get a name, a location, or a dealer that works close to him. I’m done playin’ nice.”
“He’s back,” Koda smirks. “’Bout time, Prez.”
“Get me some men. I need to make somethin’ bleed.”
Both men turn and leave the room.
I take hold of my desk, and I launch it across the room so hard it slams into the wall. I let out an angry bellow.
Fuck this.
Fuck Treyton.
Fuck Amalie.
Fuck it all.
I’m done playing nice.
~*~*~*~
AMALIE
I hesitantly walk down the hall at the club toward Malakai’s office. Mason told me it was probably not a good idea, followed by Boston who told me it really wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t hold back. I need to speak with him. I need to tell him the full story. If he still hates me then I won’t argue any further, but he needs to know I didn’t lie, not in the way he thinks.
I reach his door and push it open, deciding not to knock. When I step in, my heart skips a beat when I see a pretty blond straddling him on his office chair. They’re both fully clothed, for now, but I imagine minutes later, they wouldn’t have been. He moved on that fast? Jealousy, like a raging fire, ignites in my belly and I stare, so hurt and so horrified by the scene before me.
His hands are on her ass, and he’s grinding her against him. She’s whimpering, tiny hands on his big shoulders, and I know it’s a scene I won’t get out of my head any time soon. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Pain radiates through my chest, and my hurt turns into anger, wild, wild anger.
It’s as if a door has been unlatched, a door I’ve kept locked for so long. Soft, sweet Amalie. A pushover. The woman everyone pushes around. I’m tired of it. So damned tired of it. I’ll always be soft, my heart big, but I am not going to keep living this life of being too afraid to say what I think, or feel.