Chapter 41
Chapter
Forty-One
My hands are shaking as I climb into my car. I’m humiliated and beyond pissed. How fucking dare he speak to me like that and to do it front of his entire clubhouse, the women and the fucking whores. I catch a glimpse of people emerging through the main doors and not feeling like I’m ready for another round, start my engine and quickly pull out of the car park.
I drive around for about thirty maybe forty minutes before I find myself pulling into a car park at Dulwich Park. Taking a few deep breaths before I climb out of the car and take a walk.
My phone rings for the sixth time, knowing I can’t keep ignoring it, I pull it from my pocket and check the display. Maria.
“Hey.”
“Oh, God, Marissa. Where the hell are you? We came out to get you, but you raced off,” she rushes out the minute I answer.
“Taking a walk. Listen, Maria can I call you?—”
“No. talk to me. Please. What Wrath did was unbelievable, what he said, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”
I let out a laugh. “He meant every word. I’m good ok. I just need some space.”
She’s silent for a few seconds before finally responding. “Ok. Look I’ll call you tomorrow…”
“No. Please don’t, let’s just give it a few days.”
“You’re not fucking serious? You’re going to let him win?”
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose to stop the impending headache. “I just need a few days ok? I’m not letting him win, but I’m not ready for round two just yet.”
She gives me a small laugh. “Ok, fine. Two days, you don’t have to call me, just text me to let me know you’re ok.”
“Fine.” I agree. And we both hang up. I tuck my phone back into my pocket and continue my walk. The longer I’m out the more I curse myself. I should have worn something warmer, pulling my leather jacket around me I shiver before deciding to turn around and head back to the car.
The closer I get to the car park the more nervous I get, the feeling like I’m being watched washes over me. I scan the area but don’t see anyone. Not wanting to hang around I rush toward my car.
I’m exhausted by the time I make it home, I just want a bath, a pint of ice cream and a gallon of wine. I stop dead in the corridor, three feet from my door. It’s open, only slightly but I can tell from here that the lock has been broken.
For fucks sake, I hope to God this isn’t Wrath here to try and force me to leave the city.
I take a deep breath and then straighten my spine; I take the last few steps to my flat and slowly push open the door.
“Shit,” I whisper out as I push the door all the way open and see the devastation.
My flat has been trashed, cupboards emptied everything smashed. My sofa ripped to shreds; the coffee table smashed. I make my way into the bedroom it’s just as bad in here. The mattress tossed across the room; sheets stripped from it. My wardrobe and drawers empty, the contents thrown about. I take a step deeper into the room and my foot crunches on something, I look down to see the lens cap of my camera, bending down I pick up the clothes on the floor near it to find my laptop and camera smashed to pieces underneath.
I let out a sob and sink to my knees. Fucking perfect, this just tops my fucking day off.
I sit on the floor in my bedroom and cry. I cry for the state of the flat, I cry for the loss of my very expensive camera and laptop, and I cry for Wrath.
I’m angry he treated me the way he did, but what’s worse is I cry for how I feel.
I fell for him.
I wish I hadn’t, but I did.
My heart hurts, I knew he didn’t want anything serious, I should have walked away. I should never have let him get close to me. But I was enjoying our moments together way too much. I never thought he’d react the way he did. His attitude tonight completely threw me.
I scrunch my eyes and take several deep breaths.
“Fucking pull yourself together,” I tell myself.
I stand and head back into the front room to sort out the lock on the door and try and clean up some of this mess. At least cleaning up will distract me from Wrath.
During cleaning I realised that the fuckers who trashed my flat had emptied out my fridge and freezer, meaning that I didn’t have any wine or ice cream. As I wander down the alcohol aisle, I get the feeling I’m being watched again. Only this time I know the feeling.
I sigh, grabbing two bottles of white wine and heading to the checkout. I would have gone to self-service, but I had to buy bedding and some clothes, so I need to go through the cashier. Thankfully though she isn’t talkative and doesn’t offer idle chit chat or comment on my shopping and I’m back at my car in no time.
I close the boot of my car and the turn and walk to the corner of the car park to where the prospect, Dylan is parked.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Following orders, Marissa.”
I let out a hollow laugh and shake my head. “You and I both know that order no longer stands. Go home kid.” I start to walk away but he calls after me.
“He didn’t tell me to stop tailing you. Therefore, the order still stands.”
I stop and pinch the bridge of my nose. My headache is building and I’m not in the mood for this little shit.
I turn around and walk back over to him with a smile on my face. He narrows his eyebrows, he’s right to question my actions. I stop right in front of him and before he has a chance to react, I grab his keys out of his hands and drop them into the drain he’s parked his bike next to.
“What the hell, Marissa?” he snaps as he drops to his knees, pulling out his phone and turning on his torch. I don’t stick around to find out if he gets them out. I head back to my car to go home. As I drive past, I see his phone held up to his ear as he shakes his head at me.
Half a tub of ice cream and almost a bottle of wine later, I’m sitting on the floor in my front room. My back against the remains of the sofa as I scroll through the internet searching for a replacement laptop and a camera. I jump as someone pounds on my door. Great, it’s either a very pissed off prospect or a crazy Wrath. Choosing to ignore it I continue to scroll through my phone while drinking the remains of my wine.
“Jesus.” I drop my phone and place my glass onto the floor. Whoever is at the door clearly isn’t going to leave unless I answer it. I stumble slightly when I get up, the wine having gone straight to my head.
“What?” I snap as I swing the door open, but it’s pushed back before I have a chance to open it fully and I fall backwards landing on my arse.
“What the fuck?” I yell as I look up, I’m met with a large fist to the face. I’m hit so hard my ears ring and my vision blurs slightly.
I try to push myself up, but I’m kicked in the stomach, I let out a cry of pain and surprise, I curl up into a ball to try and protect myself.
“Stop, please,” I cry out as someone kicks me in the kidneys.
My breath catches in my throat, and I think I’m going to vomit.
I don’t have time to recover before I’m being pulled up by my hair, that is the last thing I remember before my head is smashed off the floor and I’m knocked out.