Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 by Antoinette Candela Read Free Book Online Page A

the ground, but that isn’t going to fucking happen today. I frantically glance around the terminal, watching people hug and meet up with their loved ones. I quietly peek at my phone one more time and scroll to her number. I let my finger hover over number button to call her, but I quickly shove the phone back into my pocket and head to the exit instead.
    As I pull my baseball cap over my eyes, I see her. For a minute, I think she’s here for me and I throw my bag over my shoulder and take a step in her direction. I stop when I realize who’s with her. I knew there were three scenarios, and I was hoping she picked the one where she ended up alone. What are the chances that she would be here and with Tyler? My throat goes dry, and I suck in my breath when I see Tyler standing next to Elle with his arm around her and kissing her on the cheek. That looks like a little more than a friendly kiss.
    She’s wearing red. My color . She looks amazing, exactly the way I remember her when I walked away from her that day. She’s moved on with her life, while I’m still hurting.
    I can’t handle it, as I look over one more time, hoping no one sees me. As luck would have it, I catch Tyler’s eye as he scans the crowd, and he hastily holds her closer to him. I wonder if that fucker saw me and pulled her closer just to fucking piss me off. Well, fuck, it worked. When she looks up and smiles at him, my heart snaps. She’s mine. She used to be mine. That asshole. Fuck. No. You’re the asshole . You were once in his shoes when Cane fucked up and now Tyler is where he’s always wanted to be. With her. I can’t go up to her. I can’t fucking imagine what it would do to her to see me. I pull my hat over my eyes and grip the bag like it’s someone’s neck. My neck. Just like that, my decision has been made for me. I have no chance to make anything right with her. She’s moved on, and there’s no fucking possibility in hell of fixing my mistake. I know Tyler won’t fuck up.
     

     
    I slip into the bathroom and drop my bag onto the floor. Yanking off myhat, I move to the sink and glare at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was I expecting? I drag my one good hand through my hair that’s too fucking long. I look tired; I have black circles under my eyes. I turn on the faucet, bend over the sink and splash cold water onto my face.
    I have to do something. I’ve got to push forward. No one should put their life on hold for anyone, especially for an asshole like me. I’m barely breathing right now. What the hell is she doing here with Tyler, and who is that other dude with the redhead?
    “Welcome home, asshole.”
    Damn. My luck can’t get any shittier these days, can it? I look up into the mirror to see Tyler standing behind me with his hands balled up into fists. His jaw twitches and his fucking eyes are shooting bullets. Shit. Boston is a fucking unfriendly place for me now.
    “Hey,” I choke. Moving to grab a paper towel, I turn to face him. I can tell by the vein throbbing in his neck that he’s almost ready to blow. He looks bigger too, but I’m not scared of anyone.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    “I’m back for classes,” I answer coolly. My intentions were to see Elle, but after seeing them together, I don’t think that’s what Tyler wants to hear from me. I saw how he can throw down, so I don’t want any trouble with him. Not that I can’t handle him, I just wasn’t prepared for this shit right now.
    “You’ve got some fucking balls coming back here after what you did to Elle. I should beat the shit out of you, but she’s out there waiting for me, and I don’t want to get arrested for assault and battery and risk her seeing you. Plus, looks like you got into some trouble of your own back in Texas,” he scoffs, nodding at my arm in the cast. “You’re not worth the fucking trouble, anyway.”
    “Good idea,” I say as I pick up my bag and put my hat back on, thinking I’ve already beaten