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)
Zyla flinched, swallowing hard.
“One more fucking lie, Zyla,” he warned.
I looked over at her. “Zyla, if you don’t want to tell them anything, you don’t have to,” I promised her. “You left the club. You don’t owe anyone at this table an explanation.”
Jesup jumped up from his chair, sending it flying against the wall behind him. Joey jumped as well, pressing a hand to Jesup’s chest, a warning for him to stand the fuck down. Joey and I might butt heads, but no one would get riled up around me like that without him stepping in.
“For once, shut your fucking mouth, Adelaide!” Tristan roared at me.
I jumped up from my chair as well, narrowing my eyes at Tristan. “You want to fucking know why the fuck I was talking to Rodney?” I snarled at him. He stood up from his chair, glaring down at me as he crossed his arms over his chest, but I wasn’t intimidated by him in the slightest. “I’m doing what Jesup failed to fucking do. I’m protecting Zyla.”
I stormed over to the door, but Tristan beat me to it, blocking my exit. My chest heaved with rage. “You are not walking out of this fucking room until one of you explains every fucking thing that’s been going on,” he snarled down at me. “Fucking try me, Addy,” he warned when I sneered up at him, taking another step closer.
“Or what, Tristan?” I angrily demanded. “Are you going to fuck me into submission?” I taunted. “I doubt I’d even fucking enjoy it.”
His features twisted, revealing the monster Tristan had grown into. I bristled, but I didn’t stand down. “Don’t fucking test me, Adelaide.”
I roughly jabbed a finger into his chest. “No, you don’t fucking test me.” He smacked my hand away. “I’ve had it with you, and I’ve especially had it with this overbearing bullshit.”
“Adelaide, just sit the fuck down,” Joey spoke up, his voice a bit calmer, knowing I was almost past the point of reasoning.
I clenched my fists at my sides, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them. I knew it was only my anger talking, but I was past the point of giving a fuck. Had it been just Zyla talking on the phone to Rodney, they wouldn’t have given two shits. Joey had no reason to give a fuck, so I couldn’t fault him for that. But Jesup? Tristan? They should have cared about why Rodney was contacting Zyla. The only reason they were concerned was because I had talked to him, and that shit pissed me clean the fuck off.
“I wish you had stayed dead,” I snarled at Joey. He looked like I had slapped him, but then he clenched his teeth together, anger flaring in his eyes. I jerked my chin up, my heated gaze clashing with Tristan’s. “And you and me?” I gestured between us. “We’re fucking done, Tristan. Your priorities are fucked up, and I’m done with you and this entire fucking club. Now move the fuck out of my way.”
He stared down at me unflinchingly. “No.”
I snatched his gun from him when he wasn’t expecting it, pointing it at him. His eyes flashed with shock for a split second before he smothered it. “Move the fuck out of my way, Tristan,” I warned him. “Now or I swear, I will pull this fucking trigger and move you myself.”
“Let her go,” Joey spoke up. Tristan didn’t remove his eyes from mine. “Trust me, man. She just needs to cool off. She’s way past the point of reasoning right now. She just needs a little bit to get herself together. Trust me.”
With a clenched jaw, Tristan moved out of my way, and I stormed out of the clubhouse. I slung his gun on the floor as I did so, making numerous girls scream in fear.
And honestly, I had every intention of coming back into the clubhouse in a little bit with a more level head, but fate—cruel, twisted fate—had other plans for me.
Chapter Twenty
River
Sighing when my phone began to vibrate, I slid it across the coffee table so I could pick it up. I frowned down at the screen when I saw Adelaide’s name flash across the top. I only had her number and vice versa in cases of emergencies only. Tristan had made sure we had each other’s numbers since he put me in charge of protecting her more often than not.
A bad feeling settled in the pit of my stomach because I knew she wouldn’t contact me if it wasn’t bad. I’d been doing my damnest to protect her without drawing too much attention to how much I was doing without my president’s orders, but the woman had a knack for getting into some shitty situations. It honestly had to be some kind of fucking talent she had.