Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Believe it or not, it’s a term of endearment.”
Well then.
That’s interesting.
“Do they only get called that if they’re married to a biker?”
Fury shakes his head as he turns the shower off. “Nah, we can give it to anyone we value, and think is important enough to be respected within the club. Not everyone gets that title.”
“Have you ever had an old lady?” I ask, stepping out and taking a towel.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Bonnie said your last relationship ended badly.”
He shrugs. “I was young, but yeah, it fucked me over. Since then, I haven’t been interested in havin’ another one.”
“Do you think someone will ever change your mind?”
I hold my breath.
He glances at me. “You play your cards right; you might get lucky.”
I laugh.
Well, I guess I had better start playing a little harder.
I wonder ... What would it be like to be Fury’s old lady?
“THIS IS THE ONLY THING that will work,” I say to the group, as we come up with a plan to bring Ethan down.
He’s not stupid, he knows I’m up to something, but I’m hoping he only things I wanted to steal the proof so I can leave him. For now, that’s what I want him to think. He didn’t call the police when we broke in, which tells me he’s concerned. If he wasn’t, he would have called them and sent them around right away.
“It’s too dangerous,” Fury growls. “Fuckin’ no.”
“I know it is,” I respond, carefully, “but he won’t meet me any other way.”
Fury shoots me a look that tells me he’s a little more than displeased. “You want us to let you go and meet him alone. You must be fuckin’ mad.”
“If he thinks any of you are with me, he won’t come. Fury, you know this is the only option. You can be nearby.”
“What are you going to tell him when you call?” Bonnie asks, before Fury can argue any further.
“I’m going to tell him to meet me, and we’ll work out a deal. If he doesn’t want me to go to the police and tell them everything, then he needs to divorce me and let me go,” I say, my voice steady for the first time in years.
I’m determined to end this.
“He’ll never fuckin’ go for it,” Fury snaps again. “It’s a stupid fuckin’ plan. Let’s just go get the fucker, kill him, and be done with it.”
I stare at him, slightly horrified. “That might be how you deal with things, but it isn’t how I do them. I don’t want to kill him; you can’t just eliminate every single person in life that gives you trouble.”
“Can’t I?”
His voice is icy, and it sends shivers up my spine.
I know he’s angry and scared, but I hope that isn’t how he chooses to deal with everything bad, because I think we might have a problem if it is. Right now, though, I can only think about ending this so I can get on with my life. Surely Ethan won’t fight too hard, not if it means that he might just get into some kind of trouble out of it. He won’t risk it. I don’t mean anything to him.
“Make the call,” Western orders, overruling Fury, which earns him a furious glare that he ignores.
Pulling out Ethan’s phone, I dial his work number. I know he’ll be at work; he never misses a day. He won’t risk losing money. I just hope he’s around to answer it, because the nerves in my stomach are already making me ill. I need this over and done with, right fucking now.
When I hear his low, calm voice answer the phone, my entire body stiffens.
I take a deep, shaky breath because I can’t let him see even an ounce of fear.
Not an ounce.
“It’s me.”
Silence.
“Where the fuck are you?”
His voice is a low hiss, but I stay calm.
“That doesn’t matter. I will get straight to the point. I’ve removed any trace of that video. You can’t use it against me anymore. If you want your things back, including your money, you’ll meet me, and we’ll make a deal.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? How do you know I don’t have any more copies?”
“I don’t,” I say calmly. “But I’m now in possession of a lot of cash. I can disappear pretty easily.”
“Fuck you,” he spits, and it’s in that moment I know he doesn’t have any more copies. He’s too angry, too wound up, and besides ... if he had more, he would have gone to the police to spite me.
No.
Finally, I have the upper hand.
“What’s it going to be? You meet me and we come up with something that works for both of us, or I disappear with your cash. Either is fine with me.”
His voice comes out in a low grind when he mutters, “Where?”