Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 Read Online Free

had some questions about the whole arrangement, but he didn’t really push the issue with me over the phone regarding why I was not coming up instead. After I told him I had some family issues to handle and that I’d be back before the semester starts, he was happy.
    Thankfully, my little bit of winnings from some of the card games had appeased Jerry for a bit, which buys me some time. It also helps that he loves the Cowboys. That is probably one of my saving graces, because I’m not sure he likes me too much anymore since I couldn’t keep up my end of the deal the first time around.
    I definitely know that I will be trying out for the NFL in April. Once I get this cast off my arm, I will be training hard for the next few months to get into the best shape of my life. If I don’t mend things with Elle when I get back to Boston, at least I will have football as my main focus. I know it is easy to say right now, but who knows how I’m going to feel once I see her. There was a time in my life that football was enough for me, but after meeting Elle, I’m not sure if it is anymore.
    I turn into the strip mall that is located a few miles from Momma’s house. It contains a Dairy Queen, pizza shop, hair salon and Home Depot. I needed to run some errands today before I leave for Boston tomorrow, and I just wanted to be alone. I pull into an empty parking space, throw the truck into park and turn off the ignition. My eyes drift upward to the roof of Tommy’s truck, willing it to give me the strength I need. The ringing of my phone sitting on the seat startles me. Picking it up, I stare at the number and don’t answer it right away. Jesus Christ. I know who it is and what he wants, yet he insists on calling me to remind me of our agreement. Stealing myself for the conversation I’m about to have, I let it ring one more time before I answer. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes when I hear his gruff, annoying voice. I clear my throat and pretend to sound chipper.
    “Hey, Jerry.” I roll my eyes and lean my forehead against the steering wheel while listening to him go on and on about the money and stating that he’d gladly make a trip to Boston to track me down if I fuck up again. He adds that he’s always wanted to see a Red Sox game and reminds me that he would be killing two birds with one stone, literally. Thanks for the heads-up, asshole.
    I’ve already told him I’m leaving Texas, and I’ve already signed away my life. I don’t get this man and his fascination with control. When an idiot like me owes you a clusterfuck of money, I guess you can throw yourself around that way. It’s acceptable to make fucked-up demands and change your mind whenever you see fit. Fuck. One of these days I’m going to be sitting in the driver’s seat and in complete control of my life without some fat, chain-smoking, rich guy telling me what to do.
    He makes a few more threats and asks about my family, like we are close friends and he actually gives two shits. If he goes near them, I’ll kill him, I swear silently. I don’t think he has one nice bone in his body, or maybe he does, if you don’t cross him like I have. I’m pretty sure we won’t end up being friends or drinking buddies once I give him all of his money, and I’m all right with that. I’m like garbage to him, and he’s just a fucking pain in the ass to me.
    I hang up the phone and throw it onto the seat next to me. I am so anxious to be done with him. Glancing back at the phone, I pick it up and scroll through my numbers and find Elle’s. I’ve done this a million times each day since I got out of the hospital. I can call her right now and let her know that I’m coming back. I wonder how she would take that. She probably won’t even fucking answer. What am I expecting, some happy homecoming? That she’ll meet me at the airport with open arms and wearing something in red like I asked her to when I was supposed to come back a month ago? I bite