“He’s not your man, you, fucking whore!” I slapped her again and again, grabbing a handful of her hair in my other hand. I unloaded on Storm’s go-to kitten, unable to stop the rage consuming me. I’d never felt such contempt and hatred toward anyone.
I didn’t want to believe it—Carla and my Kaleb. My heart splintered and cracked as I yanked on her fake blonde hair—grunting as I jerked her head around.
“Let go of my hair!” Carla screamed. “Let go!”
“I’ll kill you! I. Will. Kill. You!” I heaved the words out, tugging with everything I had on the slut’s hair. She screamed louder as I bent her in half. All I could think about was Storm screwing this skanky bitch. Driving his cock into this whore and licking her pussy.
I gagged as vomit burned my throat with a vengeance. I held it back because right now, I wanted to kill Carla. Pull every strand of hair out of her scalp. Beat the ever-living shit out of her for touchingmyman.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet. I hardly noticed as I pulled the first blonde clump out. Then a second. And a third. Carla’s hair was ripped from my hand. I kicked and thrashed to get free, swinging my hands at the idiot who interrupted my beatdown of that fucking kitten.
I struggled to get at Carla when she was moved out of my reach. Fought with all my might. What was holding me back?
“Stop, Madeline,” Track yelled. “Do you hear me? Stop!”
My surroundings returned to focus. I twisted, finding Lynx behind me with his strong arms wrapped around my waist. My chest slammed against my ribs. Bloody scratches were on the top of his hands and my nails dug into them. I’d been clawing at him to get away.
“Oh, Jesus… Fuck no...” Lynx cursed like a madman. Words spewed from his lips, saying everything I couldn’t voice. Not when I was dying inside. Dying the most painful death a person could experience.
“Calm down, Angel.” He shushed me, dragging me away from Track and Carla.
“Let go of me!” My fight returned. I ripped myself out of his arms. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”
He put his hands up. “It’s okay, babe. It’s okay.”
“Fuck all of you!”
I ran like my life depended on it, to the stairs, ignoring Lynx shouting to stop and his heavy footsteps. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning everything out. I made it to the entrance, bursting through the glass doors. I needed to get away from the MC. Get away from anything to do with Storm.
I. Was. Done.
I’d almost made it to my car. Almost. But stupid Lynx was fast.
“No, babe. You aren’t leaving like this.” His muscular arms went around me, squeezing me tightly.
“Let go… God, please… Let me go…” I begged, pushing on his arms. All I wanted to do was die.
“I can’t. Storm would chop off my balls if I let you go, after that shitshow upstairs. I don’t know what happened, but you need to stay.”
“Isn’t it obvious what happened? He had sex with her! The first bump in the road we hit, and he fucks another woman! A kitten! That bitch!” I struggled to get free of his arms, but it was no use. Lynx’s grip was unbreakable, and I was far too devastated to keep fighting.
I had never felt so broken. Completely destroyed by Storm’s betrayal. Even after he knew what Dane had done to me, he slept with Carla.
He always comes back to me.Carla’s words burned through me.
Did he think we were over? Was I the only one truly invested. Maybe Storm was just like his father and would never settle down withonewoman. Maybe I didn’t really know him at all.
I’m such a fool.They can all go to hell.
“Let’s get you inside, Angel.” Lynx lifted me off my feet and carried me.
I couldn’t reply through my wracking sobs. What was there to say, anyway?
Track was in the entry when we entered the clubhouse. I hid my face in Lynx’s chest as I cried.
“You need to get herenow. It’s Madeline…” Track was on the phone.