Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Wiping some blood off my chin, I glare at him. “Feel better now?”
“No.”
“Go on. Do it again.”
He doesn’t flinch.
“Do it again. See if it helps. Come on, motherfucker.” I stick my chin out, goading him to hit me. My face throbs, already swelling, but I don’t give a fuck. I need this. I want this. I want this pain. “Hit me, Finn.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls.
I don’t see the fist coming. The contact rings me awake, knocks the hangover right out of me. Savagery steels across his face, sinking into my psyche and reminding me of every way I’ve messed up.
“What were you thinking?” he hisses, his eyes narrowed to tiny little slits. “I ask nothing of you but to stay away from my sister and you can’t just stay away from her, you get her pregnant?”
He lurches forward again, but I have my wits about me now and jump out of the way. He crashes into a table with some books and a vase filled with sand from the Wabash River.
Everything crashes to the floor and Finn lies in the middle of it. He falls back to the floor, eyes closed, and doesn’t move.
Tugging at my hair, I look to the ceiling and wish I could just make this go away.
“I know you know I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I say as pacifyingly as possible. “I’d never do this to you . . . or to her.”
His eyelids pop open and he looks at me.
“I just . . . We just thought we’d have some fun, you know? I still don’t know how this happened.”
“Need a biology lesson?” He gets to his feet, brushing dust off his pants. “For fuck’s sake, Branch. Did you do this just to spite me?”
“Of course not.”
“I took you to my family’s home because we were friends. I trusted you,” he says, the anger giving way slightly to a look of disappointment. “I thought you were my guy, my buddy, the one I could trust to bring into my world.” He considers me again. “You’ve disrespected my sister and you’ve betrayed me.”
My spirits fall, spiraling from what little height they had left into an abyss I’m not sure I’ll ever recover them from. The way he looks at me reminds me of the way Layla looked at me last night, and my stomach builds pressure, threatening to be sick again.
Clearing the bile from my throat, I get my bearings. “Layla is a—”
“—an amazing woman,” he cuts me off, “that’s so far beyond your league you shouldn’t even get to fucking look at her, and I’ll blame myself for the rest of my life for introducing the two of you and giving you access to her.”
“Damn it, Finn. This isn’t your fault.”
“No, it’s your fault, asshole. This is all your doing with your hedonistic bullshit and greater-than-thou attitude.”
“Come on . . .”
He glares at me again, the friend I once knew all but gone from his eyes. “I hope she tells you to fuck off but clearly neither of you listens to me. But I want you to know this: if you’re not going to take full responsibility for this baby, get the hell out of her life. Hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“I mean it, Branch. She still has a shot at leading a good, normal life but only if you stay the fuck out of it. You can’t be half in, half out with your bullshit. You can’t be fucking everything that walks and paying lip service to my sister on the side. You hear me?”
“I said I hear you.”
He smiles hatefully. “Consider this your last warning. If I ever show up here again, call the police because I’m here to rip you apart.”
The door jerks open and he slams it behind him. Pictures on the wall rattle as I bend down and pick up a piece of the shattered vase.
Holding it in my hands, the edges of the rough glass prickling at my skin, I feel the weight of the world sitting square on my shoulders. And as broad as they are, they threaten to collapse.
CHAPTER 19
LAYLA
Only a few weeks ago, I lay here face down, bare ass up in the air with Branch smacking my cheeks and thrusting his cock inside me. This afternoon, I sit upright, my sanity up in the air and Branch’s words ricocheting through me.
The irony is not lost on me.
Although I’ve only been at the cabin for a few hours, driving up here as soon as Finn left, already I feel the peace settling in my soul. The water laps against the shoreline, the birds singing from the trees smoothes out some of the franticness that was starting to build up.
The ride here gave me a few hours to think without the distraction of life. There’s nothing to do in a car but think, and by the time my car slipped through the gates, I didn’t have a ton of answers, but I had options.