Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,19
no money with me and the thought of taking something else from Wrath...
I shiver at the idea. No.
There’s nothing else for it but to call Jillian. I don’t really want to have to explain what I’m doing here right now, but there’s no choice. I slam the door behind me as I head back through to the bedroom, and nearly throw up when I see my clothes still strewn over the floor, mixed together with his. What was I thinking, getting involved with a man like that? Did I really let him have his way with me because I was grateful he rescued me from a fire he started?
As I fish in my bag for my phone, I take some deep breaths. Whatever happened, it was my choice to come here and have sex with Wrath. He might have manipulated me, but I clearly wanted it. It just hurts that it meant less to him than it did to me.
I turned the phone off last night before I left home, not wanting to get any calls from William or my father. But after it starts up, before I can call Jillian, it starts buzzing and dinging with message after message from my father.
Where are you?
Kristina, this isn’t like you at all. Call me back.
Kristina! I’ve tried calling and it just goes to voicemail. We’re going to have words about this!
Call me back, Kristina!
Answer the damned phone!
I roll my eyes hard. When is he going to learn that I’m not at his every beck and call? I have a life of my own, and I’m going to live it my way. He doesn’t own me, and he doesn’t have any control over me. Not any more. I could get a place of my own if I wanted.
I’m about to dial Jillian’s number, when the phone starts ringing and my father’s annoying face fills the screen. And despite the fact that it’s probably not a good idea, I hit answer.
“What the fuck, dad?”
The silence on the other end is palpable. It might last only a split second, but it feels like forever, before— “Don’t you dare take that tone with me, Kristina. I’m your father, and I raised you better than that. Swearing? I won’t have your future husband doubting my ability to raise you right when he takes a belt to your—”
It’s a bad idea, but I’m raging. “Whatever. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you home. Right now. Where did you even sleep last night? And don’t even think about lying to me.”
For a second, I do think about lying to him. I could tell him I slept at Jillian’s, and she’d back me up. But after everything that’s happened, with a fire that could have killed me and William acting like he owns me, and spending the night with Wrath, I just don’t have the energy for deception.
“Well? I’m waiting—”
“You want me home? I’m at Wrath’s place. We had sex last night.”
“You...you did what?”
“We had sex. It was pretty awesome, to tell you the truth. But now he’s been arrested for starting the fire. Before you say it, I know. I’m a disappointment. You wanted the truth, now you know. But you want me home, you’re going to have to come pick me up.”
AN HOUR LATER, WE’RE in my father’s car, and he’s about as stressed as I’ve ever seen him. Which is strange in a way, because I’d expected him to be furious. But this is definitely stress. It’s like he’s panicking about what I’ve done, rather than blaming me for doing it. And that just seems weird.
“Did you at least use protection?”
“No.”
I see his hand grip the steering wheel tighter. “What if you’re pregnant? That would ruin...” He meets my eyes. “It would spoil you for anyone else. You know I don’t agree with abortion, but maybe in this case—”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. You’re such a hypocrite. So you’re happy to persuade other girls to keep babies they don’t want, but you’ll march me down to the clinic if I’m pregnant? I’m not, by the way.”
“How do you know?” Those words could have venom in them, but they don’t. I hear hope in his voice, like I might be able to reassure him, and it’s setting me on edge. What is going on?
The truth is, I don’t know that I’m not pregnant. But the thought scares me, because I’m not sure what it would mean if I was. When I don’t answer, he slams