Burn (Brothers of Ink and Steel #2) by Allie Juliette Mousseau

Author:Allie Juliette Mousseau [Mousseau, Allie Juliette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00YAVNORQ
Publisher: Allie Juliette Mousseau
Published: 2015-05-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

2015

Liam

As I pull the car up to my house, I see that Josh’s car is taking up half my driveway. I wish this was a coincidence, but I know the almighty hand of Cade must have moved. That saying, Be careful what you wish for, is brought to mind. I just wanted to fight with him. He’s going to want to talk.

After I park and turn off the engine, I sit quietly, listening to the sound of my own breathing and remembering how she was sitting here next to me just a little while ago.

Confused as fuck, I’d been torn between my own selfish wants and desires. I wanted to hurt her, to break her like she did me, wanted her to know the damage she’d done. But, then, there was the girl—no, woman—standing before me like a dream, and all I could think about was holding onto her and never letting her go again.

Of course, there’s the miserable reality that she’s dealing with, causing like ten different levels of super-premium agony.

I wonder if I fit in there at all.

I know her being so near to me with so much unresolved is like … fucked up, unfathomable cruelty.

I can’t believe I said that to her … the same words I did when we were kids.

After she was satisfied with going through her mother’s things, I dropped her back off at Cade and Debra’s. I watched as she walked up the steps, stopped and looked back once before going through the door.

That look … it was all I could do to stay in the car. My body, my mind, my heart, still react to her like they always have.

“Want to go out for a few drinks? I know you could use one,” Ryder offered right after I dropped Quinn off.

“I just want to go to my house and try to get some sleep. I still have a fight to prepare for.”

“Right, Milano.”

Ryder didn’t pry; the night had been excruciating enough. He took off on his bike—crazy son of a bitch. I’m thankful he was there, though, tonight, I know he has both of our backs.

Sitting in my driveway, I’m not ready to face Josh … or maybe I’m just not ready to let go of Quinn.

I think maybe, at the very least, I helped her get through the vortex she was getting sucked into tonight. Other than that, I feel like a helpless bastard hanging on a cliff from a weak, breaking branch.

My hand floats to the passenger seat of my car and rests where she sat. I know, I must be a lunatic, but she was here, just two feet away from me.

My phone bleeps with a text message.

Get the fuck outta the car. I have a 4:30 am run!

Josh.

I roll my eyes and reluctantly pull myself away from her warmth and scent.

Walking into the house, Bailey comes to greet me. Josh is sitting with his feet up on my kitchen table, drinking my beer.

“Some watchdog you make,” I scold, scratching behind Bailey’s ears.

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.