Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” I whisper when Amalie comes out in jeans and a turtle-neck sweater that she borrowed from my closet.
“I’ll go first, and wave you on.”
I nod.
It takes us fifteen minutes to get out of the hotel because there are so many people around, but we use that to our advantage when we sneak out the front doors next to a big group of teenagers. When we’re on the street, we hold hands and both go running toward the bar. It only takes a few minutes to reach it, but it’s packed. There are people out the front, inside, and even around the side of the massive brick building.
Dammit.
This might take a while.
I do a quick browse of the people outside, but I can’t see anything. “We’re going to have to go in,” I say to Amalie, looking at her.
She nods. “I can’t hear well in these places, it gets worse,” she tells me.
“I’ll hold your hand, okay?”
She nods and with my head down, we walk into the bar. It’s equally as packed inside as it is on the outside. We shuffle through the people, glancing around. It’s so hard to see, there are bodies everywhere, so holding tightly to each other’s hands, we push through the crowd, little by little, looking everywhere we can. It doesn’t seem like he’s in here, which makes my heart sink.
What if he’s gone? What if I never get the chance to see him again?
I pull Amalie and we do another sweep before walking back outside and checking everywhere there, too. Nothing. No sign of any of them. Frustrated, we step back out onto the sidewalk. I glance around again, and then pull Amalie toward the motel which is about six blocks up. I looked it up earlier. I notice as we’re walking Isaac and a heap of people from the band down the street.
Shit.
I don’t need them to see me and ask questions right now.
I tug Amalie’s hand and pull her down the left-hand side of the building the bar is in and wait for them to pass. It’s fairly dark down here, only dimly-lit for a parking lot that’s out the back, probably for bar staff. There are a few big trees, but otherwise it’s practically dead. I don’t pay much attention, I just watch as Isaac walks past with the group, and I wait a few minutes and then tug Amalie’s hand.
Only she doesn’t move.
I tug again.
Still nothing.
I turn and glance at her, to see she’s looking at something, her mouth open, her eyes wide. I follow her gaze, and my heart stops. It just stops. My entire body feels like it’s on fire as I take in the scene before me. My neck prickles. My heart feels like it comes to a stop, and my hands start shaking as a jealousy and pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my short life, travels up my spine and fills my body.
Maverick is with a woman, against the wall of a small building just outside of the parking lot, maybe an old toilet? She’s facing the building panties down around her ankles, hands on the wall, and he’s behind her, hands on her hips, fucking her so hard she’s not even making any noise, her mouth is open, her head is back, but she’s not screaming, probably just gasping.
I can’t look away, even though the feeling inside me is almost crippling. My bottom lip trembles as I watch him, jaw tight, eyes closed, fury radiating off him. His hands are banged up, his jeans are down around his ankles and he’s fucking her like a wild animal.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks, and in that moment, rational thought leaves me and a feeling of betrayal floods me. I know that is unfair, considering we barely know each other, but something about seeing him like that, with someone else, makes me want to rip my own heart out with my bare hands and stomp it onto the ground just so it won’t hurt for a second longer.
Not one, single, agonizing second.
As if he can sense us, Maverick turns, and his eyes lock onto mine. All the fury is washed out of his face and it goes slack. He stops what he’s doing and stumbles backward, pulling himself out of the blond girl he had against the wall. My mouth opens and closes, and the tears keep rolling. Amalie moves first, tugging my hand, pulling me backward even though my feet don’t want to move.
Maverick yells out an angry, “Fuck!”
And then he bellows my name.
I finally get my senses together.
And I turn.
And I run.
~*~*~*~
MAVERICK
Fuck.
No.
Fuck me. That did not just fucking happen.
I pull my jeans up angrily and bark at the blond I was just fucking to get the hell away from me when she whines that I stopped. I just get the top button done up when I charge after the two girls that disappeared down the street. I see them heading back toward the hotel. Fuck me. If she gets in there, I’ll never get close enough to get in with security standing outside.