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“Like hell you do. I’m leaving Scornrock and never coming back.” She stomped past my hog toward the road.
“You’re so cute when you’re delusional, baby.”
“I hate you. God, I hate you. Just leave me alone.”
“Never. You’re my woman, and he’s my son. You’re both mine, Ella. You’d have to kill me before I let you go.”
She stopped hard and faced me. “I would love to kill you.”
“You can try, but I’ll kill you first.” I grinned as I took out the bandana from my pocket.
Understanding flashed in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Are you scared, Ella?”
“No.”
“You should be.” I put the cloth in her mouth and tied it behind her head. She thrashed and shook her head to stop me from gagging her, but it would be useless. I was the one in control, not her. If she wouldn’t admit the boy was mine, I’d have to make her. I knotted the cloth at the back of her head. “Now run,” I hissed at the shell of her ear.
She mumbled, her eyes bugging out in shock. I imagined she was begging me not to chase her, to let her go.
“You’re so cute when you’re scared. But I said run.” I took out my gun and aimed it at her chest. “If you’re going to continue lying, then I’ll have to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
Tears pooled in her eyes as she continued to make noise through her gag.
“It’s too late, Ella. I gave you chance after chance after fucking chance to come clean about who the boy’s father was, and you didn’t do the right thing. You didn’t give a damn about my feelings. And now, what am I supposed to do? How do I forgive you?”
The dam broke. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, and her shoulders shook. I was a fucking asshole for doing this to her, making her cry and scaring her. But I had to make a big deal about this. Teach her to never betray me again.
Also, I needed to chase Ella. Fuck her and own her and take back what was mine. I was the boy’s father, and although I was pissed at Ella for lying, I wanted her more than ever. She’d had my baby. My. Baby. I took that shit seriously. I’d make up for the time lost. Be all the things my woman and son needed.
When I was finished with Ella, we’d return to the club for those motherfuckers to vote me in as president. Then I’d put my plan into action for taking out Storm and destroying his club.
A vibrating hum came from Ella’s ass. I swiped her phone out of her back pocket and clenched my jaw. “Vegas is calling.” I sent it to voicemail. “Guess we better hurry up.”
She shook her head, still mumbling through the bandana.
“Stop trying to explain yourself. It’s too late. Get running.” I put the gun to her head, and her crying increased. “Run, little slut. Run for your life.” I raised the gun to the sky and shot three times.
Ella shrieked and took off into the woods. Instant adrenaline shot into my veins and lit up my system like a hit of heroin. She was my drug of choice. I could do anything… be anyone with Ella Hill in my system. She made me an indestructible god.
I stalked after her with a racing heart and throbbing cock. She would give me the words I longed to hear, and in return, I’d vow all over again to love her until I took my last breath.
When I was young, my mom would sayshit happensorlife happenswhen something didn’t turn out the way she’d hoped, like my sperm donor wanting us. Usually, she’d go on a bender when she couldn’t deal with the unexpected or disappointment. She couldn’t make lemonade out of lemons and saw the negative in everything, and the glass was always half empty. All she could do was get shit-faced drunk and high as a kite and let men fuck her until she passed out and had no memory of anything.
My Ella had been the opposite of my mother in every way.
But my woman had lost her rough edges and fire during the past five years. It broke my heart to know I’d been the one to cause her pain and suffering. Leaving without her the day my Uncle Keg had died was the biggest regret of my life.
Gone was the beautiful young woman I’d fallen in love with. Her positive outlook and hope for the future were nowhere to be found, leaving her a demoralized, broken girl. I’d failed to protect her, failed at being her comfort after her folks’ death.
From this day forward, she could depend on me and trust I’d never leave her again. I would die for her and our son. Do anything to keep them safe.
So why was I chasing after the love of my life and filling her with terror?
It wasn’t to be a heartless, psychotic asshole, though I was one. The chase had always brought us closer together, shaping and welding our souls into one. Strengthening our love and making us unbreakable.
But the time apart, heartache, and devastation had weakened and changed us. We needed to be reminded of who we were to each other—reminded of our dark, depraved love. The only way to do that was with a primal chase, me hunting Ella down and dominating her.
