Kid – Cerberus MC Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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I barely made it through my door and into the bathroom before the ice cream curdled in my stomach from my despair. I prayed to empty my feelings, pain, and heartache out of my body as it released all the food in my stomach. It went on forever, largely in part because Em and I had been snacking on junk all day and then topped it off with more ice cream than could be consumed by a playground full of kids at a birthday party.

“Seems to be the theme around here,” Em says coming into the bathroom and placing her hands at my temples to pull my hair up.

“Getting sick?” I manage finally after the heaving stopped.

“Yeah,” she says softly wetting a rag as I flush the toilet, close the lid, and sit on top.

She hands me the rag, and I hold the cool wetness to my face. I shouldn’t feel a tiny twinge of joy from knowing that Kid was upset enough to also get sick, but I do. He has destroyed me, so it’s only fair that he suffer as well.

When I pull the washcloth away from my face, Em presents me with a toothbrush already loaded with paste. The sight of the dark blue stick makes my eyes water.

“Mine is the red one,” I say softly. “That one is his.”

“Sorry,” she mutters preparing my toothbrush, handing it to me, and rinsing the paste from his.

“Just put it in the trash,” I tell her before beginning to brush.

“You’re done with him? No chance? He’s pretty fucked up over this as well,” she says as she respects my wishes and throws the toothbrush in the small trashcan.

“I’ll always care for him,” I say as she steps aside so I can rinse my mouth. I try not to let my anger show. I’m not the one who’s done something wrong, but the tone of her voice in his defense rubs me the wrong way. I remind myself that they have been friends for a while, and I’m the newest addition to this group. Her loyalties lie with him, regardless that he was the one who took Snapper back to his room and fucked her the second he got back to the clubhouse.

“What am I supposed to do if this happens again? If I forgive him now, how much more will I have to forgive in the future? How easy it would be for him to do this again, and his expectation would be that I forgave him once, and I should do it again?”

She shakes her head. “That’s not what this is,” she seethes, the anger in her voice evident. “He’s fucking broken too!” She points toward the front of the clubhouse. “He collapsed on the damn floor and had to run outside to puke in the bushes. He didn’t get caught cheating. He lost his fucking memories.” I take a step back from her, unsure if this is going to turn violent. I’ve never seen her this way before, and I have no clue how she’s going to act.

Another tear runs down my face, and it pisses me off. The pain, the betrayal, and her defending him cause it all to reach the boiling point. I straighten my spine and narrow my eyes at her. “You don’t know what this is like. Diego would never fucking do something like this!”

“Kid would never do something like this if there weren’t extenuating circumstances! That wasn’t him, and you know it.” I see her take a calming breath before she continues. “That club whore Bunny made me think more than once that she was fucking Diego. I left him several times because of it. I know what it feels like.”

I shake my head and chuckle lightly. “The major difference is Diego never laid a finger on that whore while you were together. It’s not the same. Not by a long shot. I watched him take her by the hand and lead her out of that room. I watched her answer his door with her tits out in nothing but a thong. I saw,” I lower my voice to a sneer, “his hand print on her ass when she turned around. That,” I say taking a step closer to her, “is not the same as finding her in his room when he has no idea she’s there.”

I remember the story she told me about Bunny in agonizing detail. I can remember it vividly. I cried for her and the pain she felt, all the while feeling grateful in my heart because I was sure Kid would never do something like that to me. Who’s eating fucking crow now?

I quickly change out of my clothes and pull on an oversized t-shirt. With no energy to worry about a shower, I climb in the bed. Emmalyn sits down as well and leans her back against the headboard like she’s done a hundred times over the last couple of weeks.


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