Roosted (Moto X Book 1)
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But what really stops me is the look in her eyes. I saw her closing off before but now, now I don’t know what to classify this as. It is almost a deadlock. As though nothing is going on behind their lenses; a look you see when someone has brain damage before their eyes are closed.
“Is everything all right?” I set the plates on the breakfast bar, but I’m unable to take a seat. My stomach needs the substance, but my mind isn’t allowing it. I know something is wrong.
She doesn’t say anything; only remains leaning in an impassive yet angry pose while her dead eyes watch me as I writhe under her hard stare.
“Paige?” I take a step around the counter to her. “What’s wrong?”
With a resigned sigh, Paige lowers her stare and shakes her head. “I can’t do this.” The same look comes back up to me. “I can’t do this with you anymore, Axle.”
“Can’t do what?”
“Play this, us being happy, that everything will end with a happily ever after. That shit isn’t me, Oz.”
“I don’t get it?”
“You need to get your shit and get out. My driver from last night will take you back to your apartment.” She doesn’t give me a single clue as to what is happening before she just turns and walks out.
The breakfast I made is completely forgotten when I take off after her. “Now wait a goddamn minute, Paige.” I grab her, stopping her from getting any farther away from me. “Where have you been? Why weren’t you in bed when I woke? And what the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s your fault!” She whips around, a fury of anger in my face. “You made me feel … things!” Her hands fly around frantically. “I was perfectly happy being numb, and you fucked everything up!”
“Wha—”
“I’m a fucked-up, broken woman you can’t change or save.” She spits the words out in my face. “You need to leave and pretend we never had anything.” Turning again, she rips her arm from my shocked grip. “You still have a job, just nothing else from me.”
I watch as she disappears. To where? I have no fucking clue. I don’t understand what just happened. We were just fine last night. More than fine, we were bloody fantastic!
For seconds, minutes, I don’t fucking know, I stand there with my mouth hanging open just staring before I finally get my shit together with the knowledge she isn’t going to come back. She doesn’t want to try to be happy? To be in love and let someone in? Then fine.
“Fuck her.” Only, I won’t anymore because my dark goddess no longer wants me. I storm out of the house, finding the limo from last night with an open door waiting for me. Slamming myself into the back seat, it takes off without my instructions on where to go.
“Fuck her,” I repeat. Paige went on about acting like a strong woman. Well, she isn’t. A strong woman would let love in and take the chance. She’s isn’t fucking strong at all, just a bloody coward who won’t let anyone into her fucked-up world.
Well, lucky for you, Paige, it can remain fucked up.
I fucking hate that the drive is so long. I have too much time to brew and let the anger fester inside me that by the time we get back to my flat, I need to beat the shit out of something. I’m not going to, though. I’ll have to handle this on my own. I could go to the gym and handle it there, but I just want to be around people who actually give a fuck about me.
Yeah, I’m moping and being a bitch.
Deal with it; my heart is fucking broken.
I get to the door and stop with my key in the lock when moaning and slapping screams come through the thin wood.
“JAX!”
“Fucking bonzer.”
Well, there goes my plan to go to my room and chill out my anger and then convince Jax to play some bloody game. Len is in there more than likely riding him like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby.
“Yeah, not fucking happening.” From her screaming, I chance to say they aren’t in his room but in the lounge. That is something I don’t want to see.
“Levi’s then.” I can hang out on his back porch and drown in more booze. But on the way to my truck, I try to call him and there is no answer. It doesn’t even ring, just goes to his voicemail. “Trophy girls.”
Grumbling to myself, I get in my truck. There is one person I can go to right now. I know Megan will be willing to let me fester and get angry. I take off to her flat and am glad when I see her car in her parking space.
I still have a key from when we started fucking around. I never gave it back to her because she has a tendency to lock herself out, and her landlord never answers her calls. I do try to knock, but there is no answer. She must have drunk her weight in alcohol last night and is still passed out. I let myself in and drop my keys when I hear moaning coming from her room.
“Shit.” Kicking off my shoes, I rush back to her room to make sure she isn’t in need of help or dying. Her bedroom is wide open when I skid to a stop and nearly lose my jaw as it hits the ground.
“Oh! Oh! Haaarrrrddddeeeerrrrr!” Holy fucking mother of cunt fuckers. Megan’s snowy body moves at a rapid rate over another body.
Shit.
I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I need to walk away, leave the house, and drive away. The gym would have been the safer route to go, but I’m a stupid fucker. I can’t see the man’s face, and they are completely unaware of me standing there. I can leave, and they will be none the wiser.
“I’m coming!” she cries as a tanned hand slaps down on her arse cheek.
That’s what it takes for me to back away and retreat. At the door, I grab my keys and open it to leave when she screams out the name that chills me with a white-hot rage.
“PARKER!”
No fucking way.
I rush out of her flat, leaving them crying out their releases. I lock myself in my truck and finally lose my shit. I fucked up myself and my life once more all because I fucked my boss.
Again.
Note from the Author
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for taking a chance with Roosted and I hope you fell in love with Axle and all his naughtiness. He is by far the strongest voice I have heard when it comes to writing. I still hear him from time to time and I don’t want him going anywhere.
If you enjoyed Roosted, please consider leaving a spoiler-free review on the site you purchased it from and on Goodreads. Reviews are beneficial for both future readers and for me to grow and improve as an indie author.
Thank you so much for taking a chance on Axle.
Love,
Brooke
Acknowledgements
Always and forever, first and foremost, I thank God for giving me this gift and the courage to put my stories out there into the world.
The warden and boys; thank you so much for making my life anything but easy. You three keep me on my toes, give me strange inspiration, and I would be lost without you.
My family; thank you for always being around when I need someone to bounce ideas off of.
To my betas; ladies thank you for everything. Manda for being the first one to meet Axle and Paige. Rebecca for giving me lessons in all things Aussie. Breny for reading anything I throw your way. Becca for being honest and not afraid to point changes out to me. Krista for being the final eyes on Axle and giving me the reader’s point-of-view.
Jenny, thank you for being the amazing editor you are with all the rest of my books. I hope you enjoyed Axle and are ready for more here in the near future.
Tracie, thank you for putting together a kickass cover in such a short time. You’ve got me for life now.
Mel and the ladies at BookSmacked, thank you for helping promote my book. Your love and joy of books makes being an author so much better.
To every single blogger and fellow author out there, thank you for doing what you love. Thank you for inspiring me with your written words and for the bloggers who love to read and spread their love to everyone they can.
And, of course, to you the reader, thank you for finding my book and reading it. T
hank you for taking a chance. Without you, none of this would be possible. Thank you for your support, your reviews, wonderful words, and your encouragement.
About the Author
Born and raised in Northern Wyoming. Brooke spent a great deal of her childhood and even well into her adulthood in her imagination and creating different stories. With an overactive imagination life has been truly entertaining.
A mother of two wild and reckless boys and a wife; Brooke keeps busy year round doing things with her pups and family. When she isn’t writing, can usually be spotted walking somewhere in town, at the library with her youngest, or up in the mountains four-wheeling, hiking, fishing, and some hunting. A notebook and camera are never far from her side when she is out on her adventures with her family.
She loves hearing from readers and anyone who feels like talking. Feel free to pay her a visit whenever.
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Books by Brooke
My Cowboy Series:
My Cowboy
Faith in My Cowboy
Loved by My Cowboy
The Predator Series:
The Predator Part One
The Predator Part Two
The Predator Wildfire Knockout
Moto X Series:
Roosted
Coming soon:
Cased: Moto X Book Two – Coming 2018