Family Ties (Previously Published as Saints and Sinners) by Emma Mountford
My body healed. The cuts scabbed over and the bruises faded.
To anyone who looked at me, I was just my normal cheery self.
I was Keeley.
The sweet one, the innocent one. But I wasn't any of those things anymore. I was broken, and inside I was screaming. Sweet and innocent? Those were words that might have described me once, but they didn't anymore.
My name might still be Keeley. I might have the same blonde hair and darling smile that people always thought about when my name was mentioned. But I wasn't the same woman. I wasn't even sure I was a woman anymore. I didn't feel like one.
And that's why I had to leave.
I knew that thousands, if not millions, of other women had gone through what I had. Hell, even some of the member's old ladies of my cousin's motorcycle club had been through something similar, but they had been ok with being saved. They had their men to lean on.
I had no one. And I sure as hell didn't want to be saved. Sure, the club would want to look after me, just like they always had, but that hadn't exactly worked out well for me in the past.
So, leaving was my only option.
And maybe when I was gone from the town that held so many horrific memories for me, I could start to heal. I might even start to work out who the hell I was again.
My pen scraped against the piece of paper. The lines of the words were jerky, the ink splashed with my tears. Monster would never forgive me for saying goodbye like this. But he had his own family now - a wife, and a baby on the way. He didn't need a grown cousin dragging him backwards.
Monster, I am sorry...
Meet the De Angelis Deviants with our series Headliner featuring Family Ties by Emma Mountford.
De Angelis Deviants is a multi-author series of mafia romance stories where the love interests aren't heroes fit for fairytales and dark secrets have deadly consequences. Are you ready to discover the truth behind these deviants dark secrets?
My body healed. The cuts scabbed over and the bruises faded.
To anyone who looked at me, I was just my normal cheery self.
I was Keeley.
The sweet one, the innocent one. But I wasn't any of those things anymore. I was broken, and inside I was screaming. Sweet and innocent? Those were words that might have described me once, but they didn't anymore.
My name might still be Keeley. I might have the same blonde hair and darling smile that people always thought about when my name was mentioned. But I wasn't the same woman. I wasn't even sure I was a woman anymore. I didn't feel like one.
And that's why I had to leave.
I knew that thousands, if not millions, of other women had gone through what I had. Hell, even some of the member's old ladies of my cousin's motorcycle club had been through something similar, but they had been ok with being saved. They had their men to lean on.
I had no one. And I sure as hell didn't want to be saved. Sure, the club would want to look after me, just like they always had, but that hadn't exactly worked out well for me in the past.
So, leaving was my only option.
And maybe when I was gone from the town that held so many horrific memories for me, I could start to heal. I might even start to work out who the hell I was again.
My pen scraped against the piece of paper. The lines of the words were jerky, the ink splashed with my tears. Monster would never forgive me for saying goodbye like this. But he had his own family now - a wife, and a baby on the way. He didn't need a grown cousin dragging him backwards.
Monster, I am sorry...
Meet the De Angelis Deviants with our series Headliner featuring Family Ties by Emma Mountford.
De Angelis Deviants is a multi-author series of mafia romance stories where the love interests aren't heroes fit for fairytales and dark secrets have deadly consequences. Are you ready to discover the truth behind these deviants dark secrets?
Dieser Download kann aus rechtlichen Gründen nur mit Rechnungsadresse in A, B, CY, CZ, D, DK, EW, E, FIN, F, GR, H, IRL, I, LT, L, LR, M, NL, PL, P, R, S, SLO, SK ausgeliefert werden.