Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
They say time heals all wounds.
Clearly, they don’t know what they’re talking about.
I’ve got scars that run so deep they’ll never fade.
Each of them hurt like hell.
But none compared to the pain of losing her.
She was my world.
It nearly broke me when they sent her away.
I was left with no choice but to move on.
I built a new life and became the Sergeant at Arms of Fury.
My brothers were my family now, and my loyalty was to them.
Then, she came back.
And now I’m questioning everything.
Past and present.
Seven s is a standalone MC romance with a group of foul-mouthed, possessive alphas who will do whatever it takes to protect the women they love. There are some heavy topics in this story, but rest assured, the HEA will have you begging for more. No cliffhanger and no cheating. Enjoy the ride
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PROLOGUE
I’d done it.
I’d finally done it.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever pull it off, but I did.
I made it through officer’s training and had just been accepted into pilot school. It was something I’d been working for since Tallie and I started getting serious. It was a way for me to give her the life she deserved. She and I came from two different worlds. Her folks were very well off and lived a life of luxury whereas my parents barely had two pennies to rub together.
I met her brother Rooks while playing football in middle school. He was the quarterback, and I was his wide receiver. Even though he was two years older than me, it didn’t take long for a friendship to develop, and before I knew it, I was at his house more than I was my own. At first, I was too focused on Rooks and football to even notice Tallie, but once I did, there was no turning back.
I convinced Rooks to let me take her out, and the rest was history. We fell hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before we started making plans for the future. Being accepted into the pilot school meant I was one step closer to flying and being able to provide her with the life she’d grown up with. I hadn’t even told her yet. I was planning to tell her on our date, but I couldn’t wait. I had to tell her now.
“Hey, man.” I stepped into the house and dropped my bag by the door. “Where’s Tallie?”
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t even glance my way.
“Yo, Rooks.”
Rooks and I had been best friends for ten years or more. I could read him better than anyone, and I knew without a doubt that something was up. “What’s going on? Where is she?”
Nothing.
Just the drone of some game show on the screen.
Knowing something was wrong, I gave up on waiting for him to answer and darted for the stairs. I took them two at a time, and when I finally reached the top, a feeling of dread made it difficult to move. I forced myself to go to her room, and I nearly hit the floor when I stepped inside.
It was as if the air had been knocked out of me when I saw that her things were gone. Her room was wiped clean. The posters she loved, the pictures of her and me tucked in her mirror, the sketches taped to the walls, and the pile of books always stacked by her bed were all gone.
Even the little jar of paintbrushes she kept on the windowsill was missing. It was like she’d never been there.
I couldn’t believe it. I spun around and raced back down the stairs as I shouted, “Rooks! What the hell is going on? Where’s Tallie?”
Again, no answer.
He just sat there with his eyes glued to the screen.
“Rooks, look at me!”
I was yelling now, and my hands were shaking at my sides. I was on the verge of losing it when I heard the sound of footsteps coming toward me. I turned and spotted Mr. Warren in the doorway. His expression was lined with guilt as I asked, “Where’s Tallie?”
“She’s gone.”
“What do you mean she’s gone?”
He started towards me as he said, “Look, Holt, you’re a good kid. You know we all care about you—”
“Where. Is. Tallie?!”
“She’s in Paris.” His back stiffened as he added, “We sent her to art school.”
My world tilted.
Paris? Art school? We’d never talked about her going to Paris. She wanted to stay close and travel after I finished training. Confused and completely gutted, I shouted, “Why would you… she didn’t even tell me anything about it. She didn’t even tell me goodbye.”
“She didn’t know she was leaving,” he said softly.
“What?” My blood ran cold. “I don’t understand.”
“We did what was best for our daughter.”
“But...”
“Holt.” His voice hardened, and his eyes met mine. “I know this is difficult, but you and I both know this thing between you two was never going to work. You could never give her what she needs.”
“But I can. I will. I made it into pilot school, and...”
“And what? She’s just supposed to wait around for the next year and a half?” he scoffed. “I don’t think so. Not my daughter.”
“I love her,” I answered with my voice shaking. “And she loves me.”
“Give it a couple of months, and you’ll get over it. Then, you’ll see this was the best thing for you both.”
“You’re wrong. I’ll never get over her. She’s everything to me.”
He didn’t respond.
He just turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling like my entire world was crashing down around me. Rooks still wouldn’t look at me, and I left there feeling like I had nothing to live for. I tried calling her a million times. I wrote her. Emailed her. I tried every way of contact I could think of, but I never got a response.