Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I’m much calmer when he walks back in, carrying a glass of cloudy water.
I eye the glass suspiciously.
“I dissolved the pill in the water for you,” Jude says and pushes the glass into my hand.
And there he goes, being fucking perfect again…
But he’s a psychotic killer, a little voice in my head reminds me.
Turning away from him, I tip my head back. The cloudy liquid burns all the way down, like my throat has been sliced up with razorblades.
Suffering through the pain, I empty the glass and hand it back to him. My stupid hand shaking again.
Frowning, Jude sets the glass down on the bedside table and turns off the light. Throwing us back into darkness.
“What…” I blink into the blackness. “Why did you turn off the light?”
“You need sleep,” Jude says somewhere beside me then I feel him getting on the bed. “Come here.”
Two big hands grab me by the hips and yank me into his chest. Pulling me down, he wraps his big, naked body wrapping around me.
And I’m extremely grateful I’m still wearing what I put on before the meeting.
I try to pull away, but he just tugs me back.
Every fucking time.
When he throws his heavy leg over my leg, I give up and stare into the darkness.
Waiting for whatever he gave me to kick in and hoping it knocks me the fuck out.
But sleep eludes me.
Trapped, with nowhere to go, unable to see anything, my brain decides it’s the perfect fucking time to relive everything.
Kyle punching and kicking me. His screams of rage.
Then his screams of pain.
Jude throwing his head back and laughing as blood sprays.
His hands around my throat.
The crushing hurt in his eyes over my betrayal…
Finding out Uncle Mickey lied to me and used me…
The phone call we had replays inside my head.
How surprised my uncle was to hear from me.
Then fucking Kyle showed up.
The fucker set me up, I know he did.
There’s no other explanation. No one else could have told Kyle where I was.
And he must have done it before I even called him.
There’s no way Kyle could have gotten to my house that quick.
Why the fuck did he do it?
Did he want me to die?
My brain struggles to wrap around that. Mickey seemed genuinely concerned when I showed up on his doorstep with Abel. He didn’t want me to take the job at first.
He probably told Kyle where I was, thinking he wouldn’t have to pay me for the job.
But why did he proceed to lie to me and tell me Jude and his family killed my father?
I was already desperate and pretty much begging for it. Not telling me that wouldn’t have changed anything.
There has to be a reason, but fuck if I know it.
God, I’m so fucking stupid.
All I do is make mistakes.
My entire life is one big shitshow.
It’s a wonder I’m still alive.
If Jude hadn’t showed up, hadn’t forgiven me and spared me…
As if he can sense I’m thinking about him, Jude nuzzles his face against my cheek.
The sweetness, the tenderness, makes me choke on guilt.
He almost died because of my brainless choices.
And now he’s taken Abel and me into his home, promising to protect us.
He even stood up for me against his own family.
What would he have done if his family had tried to hurt me?
I don’t even want to imagine that awful situation.
At the very least, he would be estranged from them.
All because of me.
I’ve never had a real family and I almost cost him his.
It makes me sick to the bottom of my stomach.
Jude deserves better than me, but I know he’s too… unreasonable to realize that.
The last thing we need to be doing is having a child together.
If I really want to pay him back for everything he’s done for me, I think as sleep finally settles over me.
I need to find a way to escape before he gets me pregnant.
13
Eden
A big, warm hand strokes up my thigh and settles on my hip, luring me out of the comfort of my dreams.
Dreams of being wrapped up in a soft, fluffy cloud and floating aimlessly.
As fingers wrap around me and squeeze possessively, I suck in a breath.
The smell of clean linen fills my nose and my thoughts begin to stir.
Questions tickle at the edge of my consciousness.
But I shove them away.
I’m not ready to fully wake up yet and face them.
I want to stay here.
Where it’s quiet.
Where it’s safe.
Rubbing my face against something silky, I stretch out my legs and arms. Hoping to fall back asleep.
But a weight suddenly presses against my back.
Still determined to sleep, I roll away from it, going to my stomach.
The hand on my hip tightens and yanks me back. The weight returns, pushing into my spine, and something hard rubs against my ass.
Warm breath hits my neck a second later, and I groan as goosebumps spread across my skin.