“Oh, you’ve had sufficient?” I giggle. “Too fucking dangerous.” I stab him repeatedly, rage taking up till I’m so loopy with it, I’m virtually blind. “Fuck!”

The man remains to be respiration, however simply barely.

“Give a message to Trey. Inform him I’m coming for him.” I spit in his face and stand up, obvious down at him. “I’m coming for all of you. Contemplate this your one and solely lifeline.”

The push of that ass-whooping sticks with me all the way in which again to the ranch.

To Ivy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Ivy

Pacing up and down the size of the bunkhouse for the fifth night time in a row might make up for all of the barbecue rooster and potato salad I’ve been inhaling on the large home, however it’s not doing a rattling factor to calm my shaky nerves.

The person is working himself right down to the bone, spending all day pitching in the place he can on the ranch, coping with MC enterprise earlier than spending his evenings with me. Largely, we curl up collectively within the bunkhouse because it’s empty proper now, and we now have the place to ourselves.

I am excited over the previous few days as Stone opens up and lets me inside. It’s like I’ve gotten to know him yet again. We giggle identical to we all the time did. He tells me his silly jokes, after which it adjustments immediately. He’ll take my hand and maintain it to his coronary heart whereas I inform him my tales of life throughout our time aside.

It is numerous togetherness, however I’m not sick of him. The little issues, like the way in which he grumbles when he eats or the mess he leaves within the rest room after a bathe. None of it bothers me. It doesn’t annoy me in any respect.

It’s Stone. 100% Stone.

However I’m pacing across the bunkhouse like a wild kitten trapped in a barn. In spite of everything day on the ranch after which working with the Reckless Bastards, and in any case night time laughing and fucking me, Stone slips off the bed. Each rattling night time.

He thinks I’m sleeping when he presses a mushy kiss to my brow and leaves, however I’m not.

I hearken to his cautious strikes as he will get dressed and pushes his bike far sufficient away that it’s a low hum when he begins it up. And the second the engine sounds within the distance, I’m conscious till I hear his bike return. I let him wake me up after his bathe with kisses and mushy touches, letting him lose himself in my physique to wipe away no matter sins he’s dedicated.

And I can fake to myself that I don’t know what he’s doing, however even when I don’t know the specifics, I do know sufficient. His uncooked, indignant knuckles. The bruises on his chest and again. The slash throughout his forearm. The blood on his garments.

I see all of it and fake I don’t, however I can’t deny my fear any longer. Stone is on the market exacting revenge, which is scorching as fuck, however he’s doing it on his personal. He’s going at it alone when he has tons of individuals right here who would gladly stand by his facet, have his again if solely he would fucking ask.

Beautiful, cussed, conceited asshole.

It’s simply previous three within the morning when the bike stops a couple of hundred toes away. This time, I don’t scurry to the mattress and slip beneath the covers to fake I’m asleep. Tonight, I sit in the course of the mattress, fold my legs, and wait.

He stops abruptly when he realizes he doesn’t must sneak. “You’re awake.”

“I’m.”

“One thing fallacious?” He kicks off his boots and denims after which hangs his kutte on the empty hook by the door. He’s slowly undressing, and I eat up each inch of his lovely physique at the same time as my anger stews.

“Yeah, Stone, one thing is fallacious.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, however it’s not frustration. Extra like resignation. “Can we discuss it after I bathe?”

“Certain,” I say and wave towards the lavatory. “Go wash off the blood and all the opposite proof of what you’ve been doing tonight.”

He opens his mouth to talk however reconsiders earlier than disappearing into the lavatory.

I wait, and I stew, fear effervescent inside my intestine. I don’t wish to have this dialog. I don’t wish to combat with Stone, however I’ve to. If I don’t combat now, I would as properly surrender as a result of I’ll lose him anyway.

Stone strolls out of the lavatory in nothing however a towel. He appears to be like so rattling good my mouth goes dry, and all I wish to do is scrape my tongue over each inch of his delectable physique.

I’m fortunate my good sense kicks in, or possibly my eyes merely deal with the main points, such because the bruises marring his six pack abs, the butterfly bandage on his left pectoral muscle, the shadow of fingertips seared round his throat. “So?”

“So?” My tone is shrill and incredulous. “Stone, have you ever appeared in a mirror over the previous few days?”

Supply: www.seynovel.com