Free Snake Charmer (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Evelyn Glass Page B

keep disappearing on me,” Alan grumbled.
     
    Eve clenched her fist for a moment and willed herself to let the comment pass. “There’s no easy way to say this, I guess,” she said. “I’m breaking up with you.”
     
    Alan stared at her for the longest time, dumbfounded and uncomprehending. “What the hell are you talking about?”
     
    Eve cringed inwardly. Here we go . “You heard me,” she said. “It’s over.” She took her engagement ring off and set it down in front of him on the coffee table. “Pack up your things and go.”
     
    He was looking at her like he didn’t recognize her. She supposed she couldn’t blame him; she also didn’t recognize herself, and it felt wonderful.
     
    “You can’t be serious.”
     
    “As serious as a heart attack,” she said. She stood on her feet, towering over him. “Now please, go.”
     
    “We’re not even going to talk about this?”
     
    Eve froze him with one look. “What’s there to talk about?”
     
    Alan stood. He had a disbelieving look on his face. “Why are you doing this?”
     
    It was Eve’s turn to be incredulous. “Why?” she repeated, appalled. “Are you seriously asking me that question?”
     
    He held his ground. “Yes,” he said. “I’m seriously asking you that question.”
     
    Eve took a deep breath—not to keep her temper in check this time, but to have enough breath to tell him everything that she thought of him.
     
    “Because you’re scum, Alan,” she said. The words sent a jolt of power sizzling through her whole body. It was exhilarating. She was on a roll now, and she had no intention of stopping. “You’re marrying me for my money. You don’t love me. You don’t trust me. You hit me.”
     
    Alan cringed. “Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry about that, Eve. Really, I am. I don’t know what came over me.”
     
    “I know you’re sorry,” Eve said, unfazed. “You’re a sorry son of a bitch, and I don’t want to have to see your face ever again.”
     
    He took a step forward, and for a moment Eve thought he would jump at her, but he didn’t. He stopped and just looked at her.
     
    “I guess you’ve shown your true colors, Eve,” he said, his voice icy.
     
    “I guess we both have.” Eve straightened up to her full height. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”
     
    Shockingly enough, he did. Alan packed his things quickly, and soon he was closing the front door behind him. Eve looked around her empty apartment, and then she sat down heavily on the couch and leaned back against the cushion. She exhaled slowly, blowing out all of her pent up emotions.
     
    She had done it. She had really done it. She had kicked the pompous son of a bitch out of her apartment and out of her life. She was really taking her life back into her own hands and shaping it to what she wanted it to be. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
     
    A few minutes later there was a knock at the front door and Lind came in. Eve smiled and stood, meeting halfway. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, and she leaned into him, kissing him briefly but oh-so-thoroughly.
     
    “You’ve done it, darling,” Lind said, smiling brightly at her.
     
    “I’ve done it,” Eve echoed. “I still can’t believe it.
     
    She felt both empowered and dazed. The whole thing still felt surreal.
     
    “And don’t worry, I’ve made sure he’ll never bother you again,” Lind informed her after a moment.
     
    Eve frowned, suddenly worried. “Lind, what did you do?”
     
    He laughed. “Relax, he’s still in once piece. I just let him know that if he ever showed his face again he would to answer to me and the guys.”
     
    Eve cringed. “I almost feel sorry for him.”
     
    Lind arched a dark eyebrow. “Really? Do you?”
     
    Eve laughed. “No,” she admitted. “Not really.”
     
    They kissed passionately, and Lind’s embrace soon became firmer. He picked her up like he had done once before and carried her to the