Twisted Minds
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I hadn’t had time to figure out all her secrets. I hadn’t had time to figure out what she’d been hiding from me. The moment I realized that she’d become more than just the best sex of my life, I noticed how often she avoided talking about herself. I saw the way she skirted the subject of her past.
“I’m not fucking through with you, Megan.” The need to find Megan had risen in me just as fierce as the need to fuck her had taken over my mind. Was I about to make a mistake going after her?
Epilogue
The way I had left Aaron was cowardly, but there was no way I was sticking around so he could convince me to stay. I’d never been more addicted to anything than I was to that man. Then there was his father, the way he’d glared at me yesterday, and the way he could never remember my damn name, like saying it would make me a real person in his eyes. I got the impression that Shark had never intended to let me go. I believed the only place he’d ever intended to take me was out back.
If Shark had intended to harm me, I don’t believe Aaron would have let him, but I wasn’t sticking around to test my theory. Even as I jogged through the woods, my mind refused to focus on what I must do because Aaron kept swimming into my damn brain.
I paused for a moment and observed the gravesite of Chuck, Clint, and Dutch. The ground and dirt were darker, disturbed, and freshly turned, but if there was one thing that I’d learned, these woods didn’t see much traffic. Within weeks, the disturbed earth would probably be covered with twigs, new grass growth, and leaves like nothing had ever happened.
I’d been learning my way through these woods while Aaron was at work. I knew exactly how to get to town and had plotted an alternate trail in case Aaron came looking for me. Being previously married to a military man had its privileges. Not only had my husband taught me how to handle multiple weapons, he’d also shown me basic survival skills and how to navigate my way out of wooded areas such as these. I wasn’t Bear Grylls kind of good, but I could probably survive if I needed to.
In the last three years, I’d gone from California to Maine to Virginia to Kansas to Seattle, and now Florida. I hadn’t quite worked up the nerves to leave the country, but after a month in Copper County, I believe it was time I did. Of all the places I’d lived in the last three years, Florida was my favorite. Obviously, because of Aaron.
But now, it was time for me to move before my past caught up with me. The depths of my tortured past knew no bounds and was laced with demons that were capable of devouring anyone and everything it touched, even a MC as dangerous as the August Knights.
I’d never expected to care about another man after my husband, but Aaron, he’d gotten to me like no one ever had before. I cared about Aaron. Hell, I may even be in love with him, but the last thing I wanted was for him to get tangled up in my dangerous past, one I’d been running from since I was fourteen.
Sure, Aaron lived a dangerous life, but my past was so twisted, I feared even for him. Killing Chuck hadn’t been the first time I’d had to take a life. My problem wasn’t that I’d killed before, my problem was who I’d killed.
After taking a deep breath, I pressed on. I needed to get back to my condo so I could prepare to move to my next destination of choice. It damn sure wasn’t going to be Texas. My ass was wanted in Texas and not by the law. So, I desperately needed to pack my shit and move before my trail was discovered and my past caught up with me.
The End
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