Chapters (40)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“Get the fuck away from me, Liam,” I hiss. Moving away from him, I spin to face him. I look at the man who lied more than anyone I’ve ever known.
“Now, now,” he says, coming down the last step to me. He looks around and then leans his head in closer. “Is that any way to talk to your baby daddy?”
I look around to make sure that no one is around and can hear him. The big white house is filled with people who walk around, but none of them pay any attention to us outside. “Fuck you, Liam,” I hiss. “Where’s your wife?”
He smirks at me. “Don’t worry about that,” he says and brings his hand up to rub my arm, causing me to throw up in my mouth. “Besides, we have an understanding.”
I step back, and my heel almost gets caught in the rocks, but the last thing I will ever be is vulnerable to him. “Do you both understand what a grade A piece of shit you are?” I ask, and he just laughs at me.
“I like you feisty,” he says, giving me the smirk that worked on me eight years ago. “Always did.”
“Get the fuck away from her.” I hear Jacob hiss from behind Liam, and he turns to look at him.
“Hey there,” he says as if they are long-lost friends. “Great seeing you again. I didn’t get a chance to see your son.”
“I dare you,” Jacob says, coming closer to him, “to fuck with me.”
Liam throws his head back and laughs. “Calm down there, Sheriff.” He shakes his head and turns to walk away.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asks, and right then, Casey walks out the front door, his hand in Olivia’s, and he spots us.
“Why did you leave him by himself?” I ask them. “He’s hurting.”
“He’s not going to listen to anyone right now,” Casey says, walking down the steps and looking at me. “You got this?” he asks Jacob, and then he looks at me and nods. As Kallie’s older brother, he’s never really spoken to me, but when shit went down, he was one of the few who didn’t look at me like I was the scum of the earth. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he was not all flowers and shit, but he never looked at me with disdain the way everyone else did.
“You still shouldn’t leave him by himself,” I tell them and then look down. “I’m going to get going. Can you grab Ethan?”
“Yeah,” Kallie says.