18. A Day Of Hell
A DAY OF HELL
BEAR
Fuck.
I’m not sure I can keep holding on like this.
My Livy being on her own, men looking at her, getting close to her.
It’s all just too much. All I can do is follow her around like a silent stalker.
It’s driving me crazy. It’s taking everything I have not to charge in and claim her.
I almost went crazy today when my fucking brother showed up with another woman.
He left my Livy alone to fall into the arms of any fucking man around. When did he become such an idiot?
Whatever I’m going to do, I will have to make a move soon. I can’t sit by and watch her fall in love with another man. That is something I did before, and it destroyed our future. I need to find where Olivia’s fucking brother is and take him out. Once that’s done, I can let her know that I’m alive.
I’m tired of waiting, though. I may need to reach out to my club.
With help, I can keep Olivia safer. I’m just not sure who I can trust. After all, Ranger had been with the Saints MC for a long time.
Yet, he was the one who hand delivered me to my enemy.
I was stupid, but it’s not like I trusted him fully.
It was the one person beside Olivia that I thought would never betray me. The woman I claimed as my old lady.
Ayita.
She kept pushing me to give Ranger a chance.
She convinced me he had turned over a new leaf and was eager to prove himself.
The damn bitch even told me he’d rescued her in town when some thugs approached her.
She had bruises on her wrist and some scratches.
I believed she’d been attacked. It wasn’t until later that I found out the fucking cunt got them by sleeping with my enemy.
I’ll be getting even with her after I kill Eyeball.
Then, I will leave their bodies in a field to feed the animals.
I still don’t understand how Olivia can be that fucking idiot’s sister.
I need to see Olivia, to touch her, and let her know I’m back, that we’re going to have our future.
It’s killing me that I haven’t been able to see our child.
She didn’t have the baby with her tonight, and I have to lay low through the day.
I need a glimpse of our baby. I wasn’t there when she gave birth.
I’ve missed too much time. I’ll be a stranger to our child.
The next time she gets pregnant, I’ll be with her every step of the way.
That thought makes me smile and calms the storm raging inside of me.
I’m almost there. I just need to hold on a little longer. The problem is, I’m just not sure I can. I feel like I’m dying without her.
I need to see her …