Point of Origin: A Legacy Novella by Rebecca Yarros

Author:Rebecca Yarros [Yarros, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2016-03-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Bash

Slam. Slam. Slam. The sounds echoed off the gym walls in the lower level of the Clubhouse. Great, her little nickname sticks.

I threw my weight behind every punch, rocking the seventy-pound bag before hitting it again, and again.

Fuck them and their mandates. I didn’t need them or the town’s approval. I owned this land, the very area where they died, and I could do with it what I damn-well wanted to. Hell, I owned half that fucking town if I wanted to call in favors on the money I’d gifted and the notes on what had been lent.

I didn’t need them.

They needed me, damn it.

All. Except. One.

Emerson.

My fist slammed home one last time, trying like hell to get out all my rage, my frustration, but more just took its place. This bag had been rocking the last half hour. I was soaked in sweat, and still couldn’t get all of the anger out.

“Ready to talk about this yet?” Knox asked from the doorway, composed as usual.

“No.”

He rolled his eyes. “Hitting that bag isn’t going to change a damn thing, Bash. I say we get a drink and get laid.”

“One,” I said with a punch, “it’s barely noon.”

“Wicked opens at eleven,” he retorted, spinning keys in his hand.

“Two.” Another punch. “Sex is the last thing I need right now.”

“Bullshit,” Knox coughed into his hand. Prick.

I held the bag and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Fine. Let me restate—the last thing I need is an in-town hookup when I’m leaving as soon as this shit is set up.”

“Right, because that’s what you’d have…right? A random in-town hookup? Jesus, brother. I’ve been in town four fucking hours, and I’ve already had to put on a condom just to protect myself from the outright eye-fucking you were doing in that council room.”

“Do not go there.” I pointed at him. “Not today.”

“Where? To the obvious? How about we add a number three. You’re unwilling to get laid because you’re holding out hope that the one thing you fucked up in your life will forgive you.”

“Why would she care who I fucked?” I shot back, throwing my fist into the bag again.

“Why would you care if Greg Roberts is sleeping with her?”

My fist skimmed the side and I stumbled, catching myself on the bag. “He’s not.”

“You so sure?” He walked over to the bag and held it. “I saw that little handhold he pulled this morning. He lives here, you know. He could have her. Marry her. Give her a house full of little Legacy kids that will go to Harper’s preschool and have picnics and shit.”

Screw the bag, Knox’s face was next. “She’s not sleeping with him, now fucking drop it.”

“Don’t push this shit, Knox,” Ryker warned as he walked in.

Knox, as usual, didn’t listen.

“How the hell could you know that? You’ve been here a week. Hell, she could be sleeping with him right now.” he prodded.

“Because I know the look in her eyes when she wants someone, you asshole.”

“And she wants you?”

“Knox…” Ryker growled.

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