Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
She fought bare-handed.
Rachel curled her lip up at Adelaide. “Watch me beat your ass like Vin did,” she snarled. Joey tensed, ready to go to Addy’s defense, at the same time I stood to my feet, but Adelaide didn’t need either of us.
Because she fucking snapped.
Before Rachel had time to react, Adelaide slammed her shoulder into Rachel’s abdomen, sending them crashing to the matted floor. Rearing her fists back, Adelaide sent repeated blows against Rachel’s face. Rachel was so blinded by panic that she couldn’t figure out how to fight back.
Adelaide was a fucking monster in that ring.
Blood was splattering the white mat around them, and Adelaide wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Even after Rachel was knocked out unconscious beneath her, Adelaide kept swinging.
Joey and I made it into the ring at the same time, and he stayed back while I gripped Adelaide’s shoulders, pulling her off of Rachel. She jammed her elbow into my ribs, and I coughed out a breath, locking her arms against her sides as I held her to me, her back pressed to my front while my side fucking throbbed.
“Adelaide, chill,” I snapped into her ear. Her chest was heaving, her expression a mask of pure rage. It was almost as if she wasn’t even in the ring with us anymore but was instead somewhere else in her mind, fighting a different person than Rachel. “Addy, you need to close your eyes and take a few deep breaths,” I coaxed, forcing my voice to be gentler.
She shook her head. “Get the fuck off of me,” she snarled as she tried kicking back, though I thankfully dodged her foot just in time.
Gripping her chin, I turned her head, pressing my lips to hers. I instantly felt the tension leave her body as her lips worked with mine, a soft moan falling from her lips. My cock hardened in my jeans at the sound, and though I desperately wanted to deepen that kiss, I slowly pulled back after a moment, opening my eyes to look down at her beautiful face.
She was calm again, or at least back there at the clubhouse with us, and her cheeks were flushed, her lips a bit swollen from me kissing her so hard.
“You good?” I asked her quietly, brushing some strands of hair out of her face that had fallen from her bun.
She swallowed hard and nodded before she looked down at Rachel. Her face paled slightly when she saw what she’d done. Rachel looked like she needed a fucking hospital—if she was even still alive.
“Get me out of here, Tristan,” she begged, her voice a mere whisper. “Please,” she added on at the end.
I nodded and led her to the side of the ring. Joey looked at me before he ran his eyes over Adelaide, concern in his eyes. “Take her to her room in the clubhouse. She’ll want a good shower,” he told me, almost as if this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
As if Adelaide turning into something that dark and twisted was normal.
I nodded in understanding. I hated that he seemed to know so much about her, but at the same time, I was a bit grateful for it because I was honestly a bit terrified that I wouldn’t be able to handle Addy in this state.
The Addy I remembered was sweet and innocent. She blushed when I so much as looked her way, and she hated violence with a passion after growing up in a trap house.
This Addy had just beaten a girl into a bloody pulp in pure rage.
No matter who she was today, I knew she was still my Addy. I just had to learn to be patient and wait for her to come around to me.
Chapter Six
Adelaide
Inodded my head to the beat of the song coming through my speakers, lightly tapping my fingers on the steering wheel of my car as I drove aimlessly down a random back road. I was trying to calm myself down. To catch my breath and recenter myself. After my fight earlier, I had scrubbed myself down in the shower and escaped through the window in my room to go for a drive. The window had been the only option if I wanted to flee because I knew Tristan nor Joey would let me go alone.
I had to get the fuck away from there. And I needed to be alone.
I knew how destructive I was. How much of a monster I could be. But I had almost killed Rachel in that ring.
And that? That wasn’t me, not if I wasn’t trying to survive. But I had heard Vin’s name, and I snapped. I lost control of myself.
I glanced up into my rearview mirror but did a double take when I saw someone was coming up fast on my ass. I cursed at the black Charger. Its windows were illegally tinted, and there was a slight mark on the front end that alerted me that the person following me was the one from my fucking nightmares. Only one man drove a car with a V scratched into the paint.