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“Devon, I’m not going to listen to you. Just please go before I call the cops.”
He laughs. “Cops? Someone’s grown some balls, hasn’t she? Go ahead and call whoever you want. We both know I’ll get what I want.”
I quickly assess the room for any sort of weapon. When I spot my car keys I quickly grab them. I could use the tips to cut skin, giving me enough time to run.
“What do you want?” I ask, keeping my cool.
Devon finds pleasure in my unease and weakness. If I show him how nervous I am, he'll only be cockier and more arrogant and I’m so freaking sick of it.
“I want you to come back home.”
“Home?” I let out a wry chuckle. “Where do you think my home is, Devon? Because it sure as hell isn't in Rockport. You said I never belonged there, remember?”
Devon sighs. “No, you don’t belong there. But you belong with me, Carli. And if I’m there, then you’re supposed to be there too.”
“You can’t be serious,” I scoff.
A fist thuds on the door three times so hard that I almost think the wood will splinter from the impact. “You come out now and deal with everything that happened like a fucking adult or I’ll make sure you’re in much worse condition than now.”
“You just love threatening me, don’t you? Find something new because I don’t care about your threats anymore.”
“Until they all happen, right? Then you’ll be begging me to go back on my word.”
I realize Devon isn’t going to leave.
Just as I realize something else.
If I go back to Rockport, I can talk to Jace. He wants to talk to me, if not he wouldn’t have texted. I need to confront him about this pregnancy. I can’t keep shying away from Devon and his stupid upper hand. With rage fueling my decisions, I turn the lock to the door and open it. Devon smirks at me, and I hide my own. Little does he know that I’m not going back to town because of him.
I’m doing it to start my revenge story.
“I’ll come.”
“Good.” Devon places his index finger under my chin and presses until I look up at him. He brings his face closer to mine and whispers against my lips. “I can’t wait to have you back in my bed, baby.”
I tighten my fingers around my key.
Chapter2
Jace
Iwent through the five stages of grief too rapidly for my liking. A few days ago, all I could see was red. When I saw Devon passing through the bar, I wanted to smash my fist into his face and leave a permanent mark. When Danika asked me if I needed anything, I snapped at her and threw my phone at the door she slammed behind her, the screen still lit up with Carli’s texts.
Talking to Carli hurled me into the bargaining stage where I tried to get answers out of her by giving into the weakened parts of myself. I couldn’t help it. With Carli, I’m vulnerable.
This morning I woke up depressed. Or what I think is depression. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think straight for even two seconds, can’t get out of bed or answer any of the calls from my pack members. I replayed every moment of my process of falling in love with Carli and wondered where the hell I went blind. If anything, I only torture myself. I had my walls up before her, and for her I let them down. She took advantage of me, not what I expected, but what can I do about it now?
Build back my walls around my heart and not let a damn soul near the keys. That’s what.
The only thing I want to care about now is my pack and safeguarding it. So, when Danika barges into my house and threatens me to come down to the bar to talk about pack technicalities, I do as she says with a groan . However, it takes me almost four hours to get showered and seated at my office. My head rests on my hands, eyes closed and my mind rolling with thoughts.
I wish I could forget her.
Knock, knock, knock.
I frown at the door and yell, “What?”
“Boss, there's someone here to see you.”
