Chapter 28.
Courtney POV.
I hear his boots on the floor as he walks away from me. I bite my bottom lip hard to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. When a few escape. I quickly wipe my face. This is for the best. He is no longer mine; he is Chloe’s. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he is hers.
I take a few breaths to calm my emotions and walk to the fridge and grab out some ingredients to make a sandwich. I grab a bottle of soda and open the lid as I take a swig as I get to work making my sandwich.
The kitchen, like the mansion, is too quiet. Days my grandpa has been in meetings. Only breaking for food and sleep. He told me I had to work on my patience and I can do that only
when my hands are busy. Working calms the storm inside of me.
So I have been working on the truck and grandpa’s bike. He knows, I did tell him and he just
smirked at me. Of a night when I can’t sleep because of little miss having her playtime, I get
work done on my designs and replying to orders.
I mean I have a lot of time on my hands so may as well keep working. If that is not showing
patience, then I don’t know what is. Once I have made my sandwich and cleaned the counter. I
sit down and eat. I do feel lonely at times, but I know everyone is giving me space; I am
grateful for that. This is the new normal for me. Just me against the world.
A world that is cruel and filled with deceit. I need to be out there doing something, but no,
once again, I am being impatient. I groan as bean kicks me and it bloody hurt. I rub the spot
she kicked.
“Ok, ok, I know. Momma is being a pain in the ass.” I chuckle when I receive a flurry of kicks and punches. My bump is growing bigger by the day, it would seem. She is really active,
especially of an evening when I’m winding down.
She has her nightly hiccups when I’m in the bath. The only way to stop them is to rub my belly and pat it, and she will settle down. There have been times I want to walk to Kaden’s room and climb into his bed so he can feel our daughter move and to just have him close. Then I realise he is only here to bring down the Mayhem and to get Chloe back.
That is why I have told him to walk away. I should not be this upset and confused because I told him to basically go. And away he went. That just shows me he never gave a s**t about me that he is here to do his job and nothing more. That’s fine I guess, we both made our beds
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and we need to lie in them.
I finish my food and stand, placing everything in the dishwasher and head back to the garage.
I have been working on momma’s truck for a few days. It keeps me going. I miss my car,
though. She is my beast and I can’t wait for this to be over so I can go back home.
Home? Where is that? Is it here with grandpa? With my dad and his MC? Or is it next door to Mrs Johnson and her nosey ass? Either way, it may look like I will need to find a new home
soon enough.
I know grandpa wants me here to take over the president position, but if I’m being truly honest. I don’t want it. I just want my little house, which holds all the memories of my momma and me. But I know I may never get back there, not until the threat has been dealt with.
I walk back inside the garage and head back to the truck and check the progress and it’s one hundred percent complete. I smirk as I disconnect the laptop before tightening a few other things. I open the door and climb inside.
I had already placed a towel on the seat, not wanting to get the leather covered with grease and oil. I turn the key and the engine roars to life. I smile as I rev the engine a few times. Listening to it. It sounds throatier, more meaty. Oh meat. Ok Homer, get it together.
I smile more, knowing now that I have done my work on her. She will move like s**t off a shovel. No one will be able to catch me. I even ordered some new parts for her. To reinforce the doors and glass. They will be here next week. The ultimate armoured vehicle.
I climb back out and close the hood and walk to the garage doors and push the button for them to roll open. I will take her for a short drive to make sure she is running properly.
I waddle back to the truck and climb in, slamming the door and buckling my belt. I drive slowly out of the warehouse like garage and onto the driveway. There is no one around. A quick drive to the end and back again will be just fine.
I rev the engine a few times, gripping the steering wheel, bouncing in my seat with excitement as I drive, gaining speed the closer I get to the gate. I break and rip the handbrake so the truck drifts around the end. Stopping, I rev again and gun it forward.
I do this over and over again, each time getting faster. I’m laughing like a fool at how fast the truck moves now and I couldn’t be prouder with my efforts. I keep doing this, because I know I can’t leave the safety of the compound and I’m fine with that. From the gate to the garage is about half a mile, anyway. So plenty of time to break in the engine.
Watching the speedometer rising, I smile more when it glitches and a warning light comes on.
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Just great. I slow to a stop, killing the engine in the process, and pull the lever to open the hood. I climb out and walk around the front as I climb up onto the grill. I lift the hood and take
a look. Everything looks fine.
When I hear a weird sound, a sound that shouldn’t be in any part of the truck. Especially not
the engine. I step down and I hear something click. My eyes widen.
“Oh, s**t!” I shout, holding my bump. I run to the grass as the truck explodes, sending me forward. I twist as I land on my back, the air leaving me in a whoosh as I watch the truck go up in flames. I curl into a ball, covering my head as bits of the truck land with a clank and thud
on the driveway and grass.
“NO000000!” I scream as black smoke billows up from the mangled wreckage of my
momma’s truck. My breathing is laboured and black dots dance in the outer edge of my vision. I shake my head and it pounds. I feel something running down my face. I move my
hand back and see blood.
Someone has just tried to kill me. My head feels dizzy as I lay back down and let the darkness
take me.
