Happily Ever After (With the Bad Boy Book 15) by Amard Wanda

Author:Amard, Wanda [Amard, Wanda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Vinn

I slam the car door harder than I intend, but frustration built throughout the day and now I’m helpless to stop it from boiling over into my life. Kimber’s text came to my phone like her own mini reminder that soon if I got caught, I wouldn’t have a phone to read her text messages on any longer. They didn’t allow those in prison and if I end up working for Ricky, that’s where I’ll be, eventually. There’s one day left and then I’ll pack a bag and drive up north. A little over twenty-four hours before my life will change and I’ll lose everything I’ve worked hard for this last year.

I built a life for myself with a nice house and a beautiful wife — a beautiful, pregnant wife, who is getting ready to start a family with me because she’s stupid. However, I won’t be here to be a part of this family because Kimber trusted me not to screw it up and I did. I lied to her and worst of all myself. I thought I could handle this thing with Ricky and get him out of my life forever. We’d have a house in the city and no consequences, but I was stupid to think I would ever be so lucky. That fate would grant to me a chance at a second life. I should’ve run when I got out of prison. Headed right down to Florida, broken my probation and started a new life. Let Kimber find someone who deserves her. I don’t deserve someone as innocent and trusting.

But no, I wanted to go the straight and narrow. I was dumb to think I could do it, but people like me — we never make it out. Not alive anyway.

I can’t allow Kimber to see me this worked up. She’ll ask questions. I stop before entering the trailer to gather my breath and my thoughts. One hundred scenarios run through my mind — packing our bags tonight and hitting the open road topping the list — but it doesn’t matter where I go. Ricky will find me. I am his and there’s no getting out from it. Not anymore.

She’s in the kitchen wrapping plates in brown paper and stacking them on top of each other in a box when I walk inside and see her. When I left this morning, the living room was empty, looking the same as it has for the last year I lived here. She hadn’t started putting things in boxes yet and a few items needed to wait until right before. But now it’s easy to see she’s been busy today. The place looks packed, boxes lining one wall are stacked higher than they should be for her condition.

“Did you lift these boxes?” She shouldn’t be lifting such heavy things while pregnant.

She nods and grunts, not paying me attention.

I cover the distance of the kitchen, wanting to touch and feel her as much is possible in my last few hours with Kimber and freedom.

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