I grind my teeth as I type the words and hit send. Jace’s favorite place is thirty minutes in the opposite direction of our home, but I’d rather do that than cook for him. I call and place the order before pulling away from the curb and heading east.
Almost an hour and a half later, I pull into our driveway and park. When I step inside, Jace is pacing the living room, and he glares at me.
“What took so long?” he snaps.
“I had to have them redo your steak,” I tell him. “I ordered it medium rare, and the one they tried to give me was medium well.”
His tense shoulders slump, and he quirks the corner of his mouth up. “Oh. Well, thank you.”
I force a smile as I hand him the bag with his meal. “You’re welcome.”
“Come sit with me while I eat,” he orders, turning to stalk toward the kitchen.
Rolling my eyes, I walk to the dining room and sit, waiting for him to join me. All I want to do is take a hot bath and crawl into bed, but it doesn’t seem like that’ll be happening any time soon.
“So,” he says as he sits at the head of the table. “I’ve come to a decision.”
“Oh?”
“I’m moving the wedding up,” he announces.
My eyes widen. “But… We’ve already booked the venue, Jace,” I remind him. “And the save the dates are already back from the printer.”
He waves a hand dismissively, almost dislodging the asparagus on the end of the fork he’s holding. “We won’t need them. There’s not enough time to send them anyway.”
My stomach knots. “And the venue?”
“I’ve already called and rebooked it for two weeks from Saturday.”
“Why the hurry?” I ask, doing my best not to vomit. “We still have so much to do.”
“My assistant is taking care of everything,” he says as if that makes it all better. “All you have to do is find a dress.”
“Your assistant?”
His gaze snaps to mine. “Is that a problem?”
You mean other than the fact that she’s made it no secret that she wants to fuck you?
“No, no problem.”
If I’m being honest with myself, I couldn’t care less if he bangs her. The more he takes his aggression out on someone else, the less I have to hurt.
Fuck, that makes me sound like a cold-hearted bitch.
“Anyway, you’ll pick out a dress tomorrow and bring it by the office so I can give my stamp of approval.”
“I…” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Okay.”
He eats the rest of his dinner in silence, leaving me to stew about how I’ve lost myself in the darkness that is him.
I ran from my hometown to escape alpha assholes and the misogynistic lifestyle of my brother’s club, Limitless Throttle MC, but all I’ve managed to do is trade the devil I knew for the devil I’m still learning.
CHAPTER 2
SCREAMER
I never thought I’d want something like that.
