Vow of Retribution (Vow Series Book 1) by Emma Renshaw

Author:Emma Renshaw [Renshaw, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-05-02T18:30:00+00:00

James and I start working together every night for the next week, forming an unlikely friendship. He’s my first new friend since my attack, and he’s a man. He makes me feel comfortable at every turn, giving me back confidence.

As I punch a bag in the gym, picturing Aiden’s face with each punch, I make my vow of retribution.

25

LIAM

Thawp. Thunk. Thawk! Thump. I pound on the bag with all my energy, trying to release the aggression boiling below the surface for days. I haven’t heard a word from Savannah, even though I called and texted like a pathetic fucking puppy. Loud heavy metal blares through my headphones. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t want to see that fucker. I need a home gym. I keep punching away the hope that the girl who is the star of every dream and fantasy will walk through that damn door. Fuckin’ pathetic.

I doubt she’d speak to me, even if she did come. She’d probably just go talk to fucking James. My fist lands on the bag even harder than before. I relish the burn in every muscle. I’m going to keep going until I’m no longer angry or I’m ready to fucking collapse, whichever comes first. I’d be an idiot to bet the anger releases before I collapse.

I’ve been like a fucking stalker and driven past her house once. Fine, twice. I wanted to pull over and pound on her door until she answered, but I thought the relentless stream of messages was probably enough. I get it. Message fucking received, Savannah. How did I end up the pussy in this situation? Everyone steers clear of me, even though I’ve tried to keep my anger to a minimum out in public, but each minute that passes without my phone alerting me that she has texted or called back, I get even more pissed. At her. At myself. At the whole fucking situation.

I made my sister cry at Monday night dinner by being the eternal jackass that I’ve become. She started asking questions that I tried to blow off, she didn’t take the hint, and I exploded, telling her to mind her own business. Josh almost launched himself across the table to strangle me. I think it would have been a welcome release from the shit brewing inside me. I left dinner early, throwing out a half-assed apology over my shoulder. I’m pissed about that, too. My family deserves better than that. What kind of asshole makes a pregnant woman cry?

I up the pace and force of each punch. I feel my muscles start to twitch below my skin; I know soon they’ll be quivering, and I’ll have to stop before I pass the fuck out in the middle of the gym. I keep playing different scenarios with Savannah in my head. Am I right? Am I even on the right track? Is she running from the cops? Was she in a gang? My scenarios have become so ridiculous. I don’t know what is happening with her, and I’ve come to realize there is so much I don’t know about her.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.