Cyclone of Chaos by E.C. Land (best non fiction books of all time TXT) 📗

me before releasing me from his hold. “You don’t have a right to call me anything else but my road name.”

If you could be killed with the hatred in someone’s voice then yeah, I’d be dead right now.

“Fine, Scorch, I know you have shit to do I’m just going to leave you to it and be on my way. I’m sure you have things to do in there,” I mutter lifting a hand to grab the ring that I’ve worn on a chain for the last ten years.

“Woman, you're giving me a headache and I don’t have time for your drama right now. That’s why your ass was supposed to be at the fuckin’ house. Speaking of the house where the fuck is my son?” he demands.

“Stone is still at your house waiting to meet you,” I murmur. “His feelings are hurt that he wasn’t important enough for you to meet us at the plane and I was tired of waiting around a house with nothing in the kitchen but beer and coffee.”

“Emery, shut the fuck up right now,” he growls getting in my face. “It’s not my fault his feelings are hurt. It’s not my fault he doesn’t know me nor is it my fuckin’ fault I couldn’t meet him at the landing strip. I was denied the knowledge of my son all this time and you are not about to make me feel like shit for something I had no power or control over. You did this so if you want to be pissed at anyone look in the motherfuckin’ mirror. All this shit is your own damn fault.” Soon as the last words leave his mouth, he turns on his heel and stalks toward the clubhouse. “Get your ass either in the car and go back to the house or inside and make yourself useful.”

For a minute I contemplate before shaking my head and getting in the car. If I go back in that building, I’d probably have to face him holding some other woman in his arms while they enjoy the little baby he’d been holding.

No, I can’t do it.

Sitting in the car, I can’t seem to start the engine. My emotions are running rampant and I need to get a handle on them before going back to the house. I don’t need Stone or my sister to see me upset.

Shaking my head, I take a breath and finally start the car. Putting the car in reverse I back out of the spot and shift to drive. Instead of turning in the direction of the house I head the opposite direction. It’s been years since I’ve been in this area and so much has changed.

Before I know it, I’m driving over the bridge into Kitty Hawk. Well I’ve already gone this far, might as well go the rest of the way and head down to what used to be my favorite spot.

It takes me another hour with traffic to get there, but finally I pull into the Avon Pier parking lot. Parking the car and turning the ignition off I get out. Groaning I stretch after sitting in one position for too long.

Across from the pier in the same lot is Crabby Dicks and I remember them having the best seafood besides Captain’s Fishery.

Hearing the sound of the waves, I slip off my flip flops and head for the beach access. If I’d have been in a truck, I’d have stopped at the Oregon Inlet and grabbed a beach pass to be able to drive on the sand. One of the best places to go is down to the point but I’d have settled for ramp thirty-eight. Nothing like seeing the dummies getting stuck in the sand because they didn’t let enough air out of the tires or even put the vehicle in four-wheel drive.

I remember one-time Samuel brought me down here and we’d been sitting on the beach and watched as an Audi was driving out. How it got as far as it did was baffling. We’d laughed as the tow truck came, loaded it up with the people still sitting inside it. The funny part was when the truck whipped around in the sand spraying some of the water up as it went.

My phone vibrating in my back-pocket startles me out of memory lane. Pulling it out I find it’s an unknown number. Hitting the ignore button I decide to shoot a text to Demi telling her I need a little bit of time and I’d be home before it got too late.

Home?

This isn’t home. Not anymore at least.

When the same unknown number shows up again, I hit ignore. I refuse to answer any number that I don’t know. If it's important they’ll leave a message or shoot me a text.

And just as I have that thought a text appears on my screen.

Unknown Number: Your ass is in trouble. Just wait until I get a hold of you. Be prepared to not sit for a week. Get the fuck home now. If I come after you it will be more than a week.

Well that answers who the number belongs to.

Scorch.

Well he can just carry that little threat of his somewhere else. I don’t have to listen to him and in fact I think I’ll call Demi. Tell her to bring Stone out here and we’ll have a little family vacation. I bet there’s a vacancy somewhere.

Without thinking I shake my head and respond.

Me: Go fuck yourself. You’re not touching me and I sure as hell don’t want you to. How about you go enjoy your baby momma and leave me alone. Don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about me and our son invading your nice little life here.

I know I’m playing with fire by putting that last bit in there but fuck it. I don’t care anymore. We’ve both changed so much and yet it feels like my heart was going to rip right out of my chest as images of the man