Chapter 75
Fiona
An agonizing grawing pain claws at my chest, creating a chasm that
the air froen my lungs and make
spin. My legs wobble beneath me again before finally giving out and sending me to the oor
Had I made the right choice!
The pain in my chest tells me no, but my head, the more sensible part of me, says yes. Always at war, my head and bear can never agree on anything. Before I found out his secret. I thought they’d begun to agree, but now
I shake my head.
I’d written the letter in a daze after I got back from Mr. Adair’s office. My hands moved on the the page before I knew what was happening
the words spilling onto
For my own survival, my body had gone into autopilot, trying to remove the danger that seeded itself into my life.
Actually, I wasn’t sure if I would give it to Ethan, but when he showed up and as he spoke, I’d clutched it in my hand. Debating on whether to give it to him or not. My head screamed at me, trying to push through the fog of confusion and hurt.
I was a puppet, and someone was pulling my strings.
My hand was on the doorknob when he told me he’d wait. The soft, calm tone in his voice almost made me change my mind. He was willing to give me time to come around, but did I want that Could I come around:
I don’t know what to do or to say. Do I go out? Or stay hidden in my house!
Which one offers the most safety. I don’t know.
To stay or go. There’s a reason it’s the age–old debate. More like an impossible choice.
Then, he started walking away and my body jolted, moving before my brain could function. It was still stuck in the haze of uncertainty, being held hostage right along with my heart. I slid the paper through the crack in the door, but it felt like I was across the room, watching someone else push it through the crack
I closed the door, and now, I peek through my curtains and watch as Ethan stares down at the envelope. He moves slowly. almost like it hurts when he scoops the paper up and reads the word on the front.
Ethan’s face falls, and he turns again, walking away. My world continues to crumble.
How would we move past this?
We won’t.
We can’t
No matter what he says, I’ve just ended things with one letter of resignation. He won’t want me after this, and I. I don’t know how to feel about that.
He walks away without a fight, without another word, and climbs into his car. The fact that he left and didn’t try to force his way in sent a jolt of relief through me. It proses how different he is than other men, Jack would’ve yelled and pounded at the door until I opened it
We’ve been through so much together, but this is too much. The fear climbs above me, forming a mountain that I can’t conquer alone. However, fear isn’t the only thing I feel now. A longing to throw the door open and run to hum hits me like a
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truck, but my body won’t move
Madness feels me at the warring feelings that swirl into a raging storm
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Ethan’s car engine revs loudly, pulling me free of the rising tempest just in time to watch him pull away. The taillights of the car turn the final corner and when they’re out of sight, my body drops.
Knees hit the floor with a crack.
Hands catch me before I faceplant
Shoulders slump under the weight of grief
Head falls forward
My forehead presses to the floor
Exhaustion crashes into me like torrent waves against an unexpecting boat, except I should have expected it. After the last twenty–four hours, it would be crazy not to be drained.
Closing my eyes, I let myself kneel on the floor for a minute.
“What do I do, Mom?” I whisper, needing her advice. I’m so overwhelmed and it seems impossible to merely get up off the
Silence stretches into oblivion and tears pool in my eyes, blurring the wood floor in my vision.
“I don’t know what’s happening.” I mutter. I try to blink the tears away, but they keep coming, pouring from my eyes as I force myself back up. Every part of my body, inside and out, aches as I get to my feet.
I don’t think I truly realized how much I cared for Ethan until he was almost taken from me. The worry I’d felt as he fought still at like a bad burrito in my gut, but then I think about the tearing of flesh and the blood dripping from his teeth
A shiver runs down my spine as I trudge to my room. I don’t bother to shower or change, I just climb into my bed and curl up in the covers.
Lycan or not, he deserves a chance to talk to me, even if it’s to tell me what he’s already said. Even if it’s just to see him one last time.
With my eyes drooping and my energy waning. I make the plan to see Ethan tomorrow. I need to know if I can be around him without fearing he’ll hurt me.
Third Person POV
Jevica curls into Jack’s side, panting after their roll in the bed. She briefly feels giddy at the thought that she not only stole Fiona’s husband but also her home, and her bed
The soft sheets slide across her naked skin as she props herself up on her arms and looks at her man.
“What were you wanting to talk to me about?” She asks Jack, who scowls
“Fiona is going to ruin everything, he snaps, pushing himself up
Annoyance filters through Jessica, and she huffs out a scoff
“What else is new? What did she do now?” Jessica asks. If he said one more thing about how Fiona was sleeping with her boss, Jessica would scream. She already got enough whining from Angela, and she didn’t need it from ber man too. Besides he shouldn’t care who his ex was sleeping with. He had jessica now,
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“She’s found the transfers and is having someone investigate,” he answers, ruffling his hair in frustration and groaning
Jessica jerks up with a gasp.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t you mean, what are we going to do?” He asks. She nods, and he continues, “I want you to do something for me.”
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Since the bikers didn’t work and neither did the assassin, Jack figured he’d better take things into his own hands. It was better to do your own dirty work anyway to make sure it got done. Plus, Jessica would do anything he asked, he realized, if he showered her with enough money and sex. It was like playing with putty and forming it to his own will
“We need to get rid of her, but I can’t do it on my own”
“Okay, so what can I do?” She asks.
Jack smirks. “I’ve got three full gas cans in the garage.”
