Start My Life (Nasty Bastards MC Book 3) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2022-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KIA

I spend the rest of the night crying. Handles came here straight from the airport, practically in the middle of the night and we essentially ended things. He didn’t even eat his sandwich and now I find myself worried about the bastard being hungry or not.

Packing my things, I get ready to leave, because once I get a little sleep, I’m going home. It was stupid really to come here, maybe it just made my point with him, solidifying that I was fed up with it all. Maybe it drove it home and it needed to happen, but now it’s time to figure out the rest of my life.

Hiding in a casino hotel isn’t going to do me any favors in the future though. It’s time for me to face the music. Slipping into bed, I stare at the ceiling, contemplating over and over if I’ve done the right thing or not.

It doesn’t feel right now.

It feels like my entire world is crumbling.

It feels like the weight, the enormity of it all is going to suffocate me.

I have no plans, nothing to fall back on. I have zero education past a high school diploma and honestly, I don’t know how I even got that thing. I’ve been married to Handles since I was twenty-three years old, we dated for a few years before we got married, and I’ve never worked.

There’s nobody but me to fall back on. I have no family aside from the club and as soon as we file and it’s finalized, I won’t even have them anymore. Not that any of them could really help me with a job. They’re all doing their own thing, which they should.

I’m lost.

Stuck.

Completely and one-hundred-percent fucked, and not in a fun way. I don’t sleep. I toss and turn, finally giving up, I shower and dress. Grabbing my bags and the rest of my things, I pick up my phone from the charger and look at the device.

I’ve been ignoring it completely, not wanting to connect to anyone in the outside world. Again, another lie that I tell myself. The reality being that I didn’t want to see any messages from Troy.

As soon as I look down at my screen, I see his messages. Five to be exact. Two missed calls and one voice mail. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times. I don’t know what the hell is going on here, if he’s good, bad, or other.

Honestly, I’m not sure that I want to know either way. I really don’t want to know shit at this point. I don’t want to see him ever again. Not that he was mean or that it was bad, it was just not the right time, and he freaked me out… completely.

I’m more focused on the fact that he freaked me out more than anything else. There was something definitely suspicious with him and I don’t care to stick around and find out. His text messages are nice enough. He wants to make sure that I’m okay.

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