BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) - Plot & Excerpts
It was obvious how angry Slade was, even though he was trying his best to hide it from me. He kept snapping at me, then immediately apologizing. The sharp angles of his face grew even sharper, his eyes darkened, and he sat in my ‘cage’ with his fists clenched the entire hour. I couldn’t get past the fact that this was all my fault. I spared him the constant apologizing, and just concentrated on the road. After we left highway 26, and turned onto highway 6, the road became a curvy, two-lane road surrounded by towering pines on either side and a relentless stream of cars coming towards you in the other lane. One slight distraction, or one slow drift out of your lane, could cause an accident of epic proportions. And Slade was the loudest distraction of all. He was huffing and puffing and mumbling and muttering to himself, a thousand emotions falling over his face, the flashes of restrained anger only making him look even sexier, darker, a little dangerous, even. Usually, his crooked grin took away any thread of fear I might experience with him.
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