Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He hated himself for it. Once the texts had finished coming in, he made his way toward the ranch, and he did so, feeling like shit.
He loved Morwenna. She meant everything to him, and the last couple of weeks together had been the best—even before they had sex and were just friends. He never hung out with girls he considered friends.
The drive to the ranch didn’t take as long as he hoped it would. He wanted time to stand still. To not have to worry about doing what he was about to do.
He parked his bike and made his way to the front porch. Morwenna had already started to talk about putting up Christmas decorations. It was fucking insane how early it was, and she wanted to talk decorations. It wasn’t even Thanksgiving. He might not be alive come Thanksgiving.
Opening the front door, he heard a moan and made his way into the kitchen, where he found her with her head tilted back and several swabs of blood-soaked cotton on the counter.
“I’m so sorry. This is so not attractive, and trust me, I get it. It’s incredibly gross, but this is what I need to do.” She wrinkled her nose. “Can you believe Star wanted to fight me?” She shook her head. “I was not interested in fighting her, but she seemed determined to want to fight me, and it makes absolutely no sense at all.” She let out a chuckle. “Are you all right?”
She had the start of a black eye, and her lip was split. Her nose wasn’t broken either.
“I know, I look horrible.”
He wanted to go and hurt Star for even touching her. It pissed him off.
“I’m going back to the clubhouse,” Venom said.
Morwenna paused.
He’d changed his tone and continued to glare at her.
“Venom, what’s going on?”
“Simple, I got what I wanted out of you, and seeing as it’s no longer any fun, it’s time to move on.”
“Got what you wanted?” Morwenna asked, and he saw she’d gone pale.
“You didn’t think this was real, did you?” Venom asked, with a laugh. “Please, it was all a joke. A bet. I wanted to earn some quick money, and the guys said if I fucked you, I’d make the easiest thousand bucks going. It took a little time, but that’s what I got.”
“You ... this was all a lie?” Morwenna asked.
He let out a tsking sound. “You’re not exactly the best judge of character, are you? Your husband’s been fucking around on you for years, and he’s got three kids that you were too fucking blind to see.” He let out a little shrug.
“Get out,” Morwenna said.
“You weren’t even that good of a fuck,” he said.
“Get out. Get out. Get out!” She picked up her cup and threw it at him.
He saw the pain and the anger in her eyes. He’d done what he needed to do, and now he took a step back, because she needed to steer clear of the clubhouse. “I wonder what Star’s like,” he said. “She’s got fire inside her, look what she did to your face.”
And he left.
Chapter Thirteen
Morwenna sat on the porch of her parents’ home and stared across the icy grass. It was a beautiful sight. Breathtaking. But she didn’t feel it, nor really see it.
All she kept hearing was the cold, harsh words Venom had spat her way. She couldn’t agree more with him, she had the worst taste in men. After Venom had come, ripped out her heart, crushed it beneath his foot, and humiliated her, her father arrived. He heard about the fight with Star and wanted to check on her. She asked if she could come home.
Staying at the ranch would be impossible now. She was tempted to put it up for sale. How could she stay in a home that had so many memories of Venom? Also, she struggled being there after dark on her own.
Tears filled her eyes as she thought about what had happened in the last week. She hadn’t seen Venom, or anyone else from the club. There hadn’t been any contact. Not even from Bolt. She didn’t go into town. Her parents didn’t make her, either. Her mother stayed and helped her work on a post for the blog. Her passion had dwindled. Her face ached. It just didn’t seem right anymore. She was broken.
It shocked her, how sad she felt. She’d felt hurt with Bolt, yet it hadn’t felt like this. Why did this one hurt so damn much?
At the sound of feet approaching, she didn’t even turn to look. It was either her mother or father. She continued to look at the cold, sharp grass. Not for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to be nothing more than a block of ice. She had a feeling it wouldn’t hurt like this. Blocks of ice were unfeeling. They were cold. Nothing could penetrate them but warmth.