Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) by Ella Fox Read Free Book Online

his shirt, yanking him back into the bathroom.
    “Are you kidding me right now?” I shrieked.
    For a second I thought the expression on his face looked a lot like fear, but then his eyes went cold and he looked at me as though he’d never laid eyes on me before.
    “What?” he asked.
    I couldn’t believe what a douchebag he was being.
    “I’ll tell you what, buddy! Am I supposed to say nothing while you bail after what just went down? Because it’s not happening,” I sniped angrily.
    He shrugged. “You have any idea how many chicks I’ve fucked around with against bathroom walls or on tour busses? Hundreds. Don’t make such a big deal out of it. It was a moment of temporary insanity. Nothing more, nothing less.”
    I felt the color leeching from my face as I gaped at him. I’d just had an orgasm in his arms, and he was acting like nothing unusual had happened. I guess because to him; it hadn’t.
    “You’re a real asshole.”
    He flinched and looked away. “Does anything I do really come as a surprise to you, Daisy?”
    It did. Even with what a standoffish prick he’d been, while I was in his arms I’d never once considered he’d be so dismissive afterward.
    I should’ve known better.
    “I guess not,” I conceded angrily.
    I stood up straight and threw my head back proudly. He thought he was King of the World, but he wasn’t. I deserved more than to be treated like I was nothing more than garbage. It took everything I had to maintain eye contact as I took two steps forward toward the door. When I got there, I gestured with my hand for him to step aside. He watched me like I was a ticking time bomb as he moved. I left the bathroom without another word and didn’t look back over my shoulder.
    As I walked back to the table, I made myself a promise. Tyson Allen would not break me. I was strong enough to make damn sure he never saw how much his attitude hurt me. He wasn’t worth it, not one little bit.
    I had wanted him to stop ignoring me, but after what happened in the bathroom, I hoped he never acknowledged me again. He could crawl back to hell as far as I was concerned.

 
    I hated the way I felt. Out of control, desperate and, fuck, even scared. I’d heard the sound again when she was in my arms the night before and it was completely screwing with my head. I spent so long avoiding the sound I’d become frightened of it. There was no middle ground for me. Early in life it had meant something positive, but after the New York sidewalk dead man seizing experience, I’d come to despise the sound. The first day I met her and I heard the beat twice, I was shaken. Then in the bathroom when we were together and I heard it, for a fleeting second it felt like I was home.
    The thought shook me to my fucking core. I didn’t have a home anymore, not really. I had a place to lay my head and invite people to hang out in, but it wasn’t a home.
    If drugs had still been my go-to coping mechanism, I’d have pulled out my trusty kit to use the needle to take everything away. Instead, I channeled the need to escape by deciding to work out. I got up early— don’t laugh too hard that ten in the morning is early to me. I normally slept ‘til noon, but sleeping after what happened in the bathroom was a wasted effort. Once I was awake and had some coffee and eggs in me, I got my ass into the gym and worked out like I was training for a triathlon.
    I was coming to the end of my second hour of working out in the hotel gym when Cole and Gavin came in. The way they were dressed—jeans and T-shirts—said they weren’t there to get their cardio on. Sweat poured off of me as my feet pounded down on the treadmill. I gave them both the evil eye, hoping they’d take the fuckin’ hint and leave.
    Not only didn’t they leave, Gavin had the balls to hit the emergency stop button on my machine. I let out an annoyed noise and went to turn it back on, only to realize it no longer had power. Looking over my shoulder, I glared