Infatuation
A Knights Rebels MC
River Savage
Contents
Copyright
Authors Note
Past
1. Mackenzie
2. Beau
3. Mackenzie
Past
4. Beau
5. Mackenzie
Past
6. Beau
7. Mackenzie
Past
8. Beau
9. Mackenzie
Past
10. Beau
11. Mackenzie
12. Beau
13. Mackenzie
Past
14. Beau
15. Mackenzie
16. Beau
17. Mackenzie
18. Beau
19. Mackenzie
Past
20. Beau
21. Mackenzie
Past
22. Beau
23. Mackenzie
Past
24. Beau
Past
25. Mackenzie
Past
26. Beau
27. Mackenzie
28. Beau
29. Mackenzie
30. Beau
31. Mackenzie
32. Beau
Epilogue
The Facts
Also by River Savage
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright
INFATUATION
©2015
First eBook edition: October 2015
Infatuation is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
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Edited by Becky Johnson, Hot Tree Editing
Cover design ©: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations
Cover Image: Furious Fotog
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Information address: riversavageauthor@gmail.com
Authors Note
This novel contains adult/mature young adult situations. It is only suitable for ages 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual situations. Infatuation explores the damaging effects of a spouse’s emotional and physical abuse and may cause possible triggers related to domestic violence.
Past Mackenzie
“You’re nothing but a stupid fucking bitch. Do you know that? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” The insult rolls off him with ease, twisting my insides into knots with each word.
“I’m sorry.” I try to placate him, still unsure what’s happening here. It’s not the first time he’s lost his temper or called me a name; in fact, it’s become a weekly occurrence the last few months, but tonight something’s changed. It’s like he’s come unhinged.
“You’re sorry? You’re always fucking sorry.” Spit hits my face, just above my eye, but I don’t reach up to wipe it. Fear freezes me, anchoring me in my place.
“I didn’t mean it, Chad.” The admission falls from my lips, but I still don’t understand why he’s so angry.
“You didn’t mean it?” His bark echoes around the confined space of the bathroom he’s cornered me in.
“No.” I shake my head. My mind races, cataloguing everything that transpired tonight.
We were at a benefit for his dad. Mayor Morre’s annual fundraiser. I was polite, stuck by Chad’s side all night, smiled and only spoke when spoken to. Exactly how he expects me to act. Judging by the state he’s in right now, I know I messed up somewhere during the night. I just don’t know where.
“Do you know how pathetic you looked? Like a fucking whore.” He continues to unleash his verbal abuse. I know they’re only words; I shouldn’t let them affect me, but each one tears away at my confidence. Tears away at the love we’ve shared.
“Do you want to fuck him?” His voice drips in venom, disgust chasing every word as he takes a step closer.
“Who, Chad?”
“WHO?” he shouts my reply back at me, as his hand comes out hard and fast across my face.
The bitter taste of copper fills my mouth, but I don’t have a second to register the blood pooling before his hand roughly takes my chin and forces me to look up at him.
“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” The question hangs in the air between us. I should try to put his mind at ease, deny everything and try to calm him down, but the ringing in my ears makes it hard for me to concentrate. He hasn’t hit me before. He’s come close a few times, but I’ve always managed to diffuse the situation.
“ANSWER ME, MACKENZIE!” My face is pushed with brute force, and I stumble back in fright. Tears roll down my cheeks, over my lips, and underneath my chin.
“N—No,” I cry out, my hand moving to my face, hoping to soothe the burning flesh.
“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!”
“I’m not,” I deny it again, but it’s not what he wants to hear. Before I figure out where I’m failing in easing his mind, his fist connects with my face. This time, the knock takes me back another step. The backs of my legs hit the coolness of the bathtub. He follows me back, his rage spilling out of him at a rapid pace and suffocating me. My unease turns to full-fledged fear. The hard reality this isn’t going to end well moves through my body at lightning speed.
“Please, Chad,” I cry, but the continuous flow of tears leaking from my eyes does nothing to convince him this isn’t who we are.
Before I can protect myself, Chad’s fist connects again.
Stars explode behind my eyes. The sensation of falling envelops me so swiftly I can’t find my bearings, and then everything goes black.
One
Mackenzie
“Excuse me, how much longer?” I swallow the quiver in my voice and pray it’s not much further.
“Five more minutes,” comes the reply. My hands shake at my side and my leg bounces to its own erratic beat while I sit in the back of a cab on my way to the only place I have left.
Rushford.
I have no idea what I’m doing, or if they will want to help me, but I have no other options and nowhere else to go.
I check my surroundings again before my eyes move back to the dashboard and the time displayed on the digital clock.
6:01 p.m.
“You sure I don’t know you from somewhere?” The older man driving the cab breaks the short silence and pulls me out of my head. His eyes find mine in the rear-view mirror and his graying brows bunch up, like he’s trying to figure out how exactly he knows me.
Jesus, please don’t let him figure it out.
Not wanting him to recognize me, I avert my gaze out the window.
“No, just making a pit stop in town.” The lie falls from my lips with ease and precision. It’s one of my best talents. The cool, calm and collected manner I’ve learned to hone and perfect over the years has always stayed with me.
“And your first stop is the Knights Rebels’ clubhouse?” I look back up at the disbelieving tone of my nosey cabbie, but don’t reply.