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Authors: Kylie Hillman
Tags: Fiction, thriller, Suspense, Romance, Contemporary, Family, australia, MC, dark, organised crime
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a crier, but this entire night has thrown one bullshit thing after the other at me. His refusal to come over is the final straw.
Wiping away my tears, I push my phone away from me and harness my growing anger toward every man who’s thrown shit my way today. First Ollie and his lies; then my father and his bullying; and finally Lucas and his ultimatum.
Each one of them is trying to make me do what they want me to do, and it’s not fair.
I feel like a five-year-old child for whining that it’s not fair, but I’m just about ready to stamp my feet and tell them all to go fuck themselves.
Except I won’t.
I’ve never been able to stand up for myself with anyone who matters, although I do a better job with Lucas than I do with anyone else.
Why I feel comfortable to tell him how I feel, I don’t know. But I do, and that’s a positive change.
Damn Lucas.
I’ve never been drawn to a man like him, and I don’t like it. He makes me spin out of control, makes me rethink the strict path I’ve kept my life headed along, and worst of all, he makes me question my need to make my parents happy—especially my father.
Months ago, he told me that this is my life and that I need to do what makes me happy—that I’m in charge of my own life. That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to me. Everyone I know is as consumed by their career and what’s expected from them as I am. We’re all chasing big dreams, some of us doing so at the expense of our own happiness.
The only people I know who do as they please and seem to be happy, are Lucas and the members of his Club—most of whom I’ve met over the last six months.
Actually, scratch that; most of his Club seem to be happy doing as they please. Lucas, on the other hand, isn’t completely happy. He can tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I’ve watched him with Maddi over these past months, and I’ve seen him tying himself in knots. He’s caught between his growing feelings for me and his desire to chase after Maddi regardless of what it does to his relationship with Mad Dog.
For the second time tonight, I bang my head against my dining table.
I’ve just admitted to myself what I’ve been trying my hardest to avoid.
Lucas has feelings for me.
I’ve known the whole time that he does—it’s just been easier to concentrate on his feelings for Maddi. To use that as an excuse to shoot down his constant suggestions to see where this thing between us could go.
By denying him, using my flimsy justifications, I can avoid confronting my father.
It’s my version of having my cake and eating it too.
The tinkling of smashing glass interrupts my lovelorn thoughts.
Jumping to my feet, I grab my phone and switch on the flashlight.
I’ve been licking my wounds for so long that my house is dark, the only light being thrown by the TV in the living room.
I live in a nice area. It’s affluent with next to no crime, so the sound was probably nothing more than someone in one of the neighboring townhouses breaking something. Our houses are close enough that I can hear my over-sexed, middle-aged neighbor jerking himself off in the shower most mornings. An involuntary shudder races through me when I think about the performance he put on this morning.
When the sound of my back door being opened breaks the silence that followed the breaking glass, I dial emergency services on my phone. I might be going crazy, but it sounds like someone’s trying to get into my comfy, cozy house.
“Police. Fire. Ambulance.”
“Police. Quickly,” I whisper into my phone as I dart toward my bedroom.
My plan is to lock myself in my ensuite until help arrives.
It’s foiled when I see a large, dark figure entering my bedroom as I’m turning the corner from my dining area into my short hallway. I’m barefoot, so I don’t think they heard me approaching through the padding offered by my lush carpet.
My heart pounds in my chest as I listen with
Wiping away my tears, I push my phone away from me and harness my growing anger toward every man who’s thrown shit my way today. First Ollie and his lies; then my father and his bullying; and finally Lucas and his ultimatum.
Each one of them is trying to make me do what they want me to do, and it’s not fair.
I feel like a five-year-old child for whining that it’s not fair, but I’m just about ready to stamp my feet and tell them all to go fuck themselves.
Except I won’t.
I’ve never been able to stand up for myself with anyone who matters, although I do a better job with Lucas than I do with anyone else.
Why I feel comfortable to tell him how I feel, I don’t know. But I do, and that’s a positive change.
Damn Lucas.
I’ve never been drawn to a man like him, and I don’t like it. He makes me spin out of control, makes me rethink the strict path I’ve kept my life headed along, and worst of all, he makes me question my need to make my parents happy—especially my father.
Months ago, he told me that this is my life and that I need to do what makes me happy—that I’m in charge of my own life. That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to me. Everyone I know is as consumed by their career and what’s expected from them as I am. We’re all chasing big dreams, some of us doing so at the expense of our own happiness.
The only people I know who do as they please and seem to be happy, are Lucas and the members of his Club—most of whom I’ve met over the last six months.
Actually, scratch that; most of his Club seem to be happy doing as they please. Lucas, on the other hand, isn’t completely happy. He can tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I’ve watched him with Maddi over these past months, and I’ve seen him tying himself in knots. He’s caught between his growing feelings for me and his desire to chase after Maddi regardless of what it does to his relationship with Mad Dog.
For the second time tonight, I bang my head against my dining table.
I’ve just admitted to myself what I’ve been trying my hardest to avoid.
Lucas has feelings for me.
I’ve known the whole time that he does—it’s just been easier to concentrate on his feelings for Maddi. To use that as an excuse to shoot down his constant suggestions to see where this thing between us could go.
By denying him, using my flimsy justifications, I can avoid confronting my father.
It’s my version of having my cake and eating it too.
The tinkling of smashing glass interrupts my lovelorn thoughts.
Jumping to my feet, I grab my phone and switch on the flashlight.
I’ve been licking my wounds for so long that my house is dark, the only light being thrown by the TV in the living room.
I live in a nice area. It’s affluent with next to no crime, so the sound was probably nothing more than someone in one of the neighboring townhouses breaking something. Our houses are close enough that I can hear my over-sexed, middle-aged neighbor jerking himself off in the shower most mornings. An involuntary shudder races through me when I think about the performance he put on this morning.
When the sound of my back door being opened breaks the silence that followed the breaking glass, I dial emergency services on my phone. I might be going crazy, but it sounds like someone’s trying to get into my comfy, cozy house.
“Police. Fire. Ambulance.”
“Police. Quickly,” I whisper into my phone as I dart toward my bedroom.
My plan is to lock myself in my ensuite until help arrives.
It’s foiled when I see a large, dark figure entering my bedroom as I’m turning the corner from my dining area into my short hallway. I’m barefoot, so I don’t think they heard me approaching through the padding offered by my lush carpet.
My heart pounds in my chest as I listen with
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