Mi Desesperada Decision Novels & Stories

He flinched a little but held his ground in the room. “Desmond, reign it in.” The scouts told me that May had decided to not wait for the authorization. She decided to just leave on her own. No divorce, no authorization. Her mate had been waiting for her at the edge of the territory. Could I not control my own pack members? I slammed my fist into my desk and watched as the wood cracked from where my knuckle hit it. It groaned and now sagged in the center. I didn’t feel better. I swept my arm across the desk and everything that had been on the desk flew into the bookshelf to my right. I placed my hands on the corner of the desk and leaned into them.

Misha winked, “I’ll snipe you desert and we can talk?” She asked. “I’d like that, thank you. I probably would have given up on hope had I not met you and Troy.” Looking at the floor rather than Misha’s eyes, “I need to get out of here. I have a family to get back to. I don’t have a good feeling about why I’m here, that’s why no one has told me anything.” She rambled. “First of all, don’t talk so loud, walls have ears.” She pointed at the door. “Second, if you knew A like Troy and I do, you’d realize this is a fool’s errand.” Misha said with wide open eyes and mock surprise.

"But just so you know, I'm doing it for Michael Power's daughter and not your wife." "Believe me, Senator," I say, correcting the cuff links of my shirt as I dust invisible dust off it. "If Michael Powers had the slightest clue that you could help him, he would have been the one threatening you now." The Senator lifts an eyebrow, watching me smirk. "Thank you for your time, Senator." The doors to the room are thrown open suddenly and Desiree walks in. "Sorry to bother you men but Harley wants to go home, Mr. Everest," she tells me, giving an apologetic look to her fiancé. "She says she's not feeling well."

"I don't think I would welcome any further interuptions from you, shut the fuck up or clamp your mouth with your fingers!" "Second of all, I will say I am a little bit hurt and disappointed that you don't trust me and think lowly of my capability. I am not running from any relationship. That bacteria. It's not a flesh-eating one Beta Edwards will be fine the next 2 days. "What if that girl is right?"

“This isn't about you, Damian." Rafael cut him off, his eyes still on Gerald. “So what happened after she ran out of the concert?” Gerald explained how Desiree disappeared for hours, how he went in search of her the next day, and how he found her on the beach right before the storm. “Desiree and I had to spend the night in a shack because of the storm. There wasn't any network signal.” “Was that why your phone was unreachable? You got us so worried when we couldn't hear from you after hearing about how bad the storm was,” Rafael commented.

" My knees failed me and I crumbled to the ground with tears in my eyes. Once again, Asher had succeeded in breaking my heart, but this was the last time it would ever happen. I decided to run, pack my things and leave the pack house that night, use whatever money I have left on me to escape Dark Moon. Swearing with my life, that I would never return. Never.

So, seeing her acting that way toward her made me conclude they were right about her. And maybe it was the reason I asked Desiree to come back. Because I finally realized how terrible life was with Adessa. But then, after she rejected me, I couldn’t help the pang of pain that hit my chest. Not the physical pain, but something within me. I couldn’t explain it. My doctor told me to take it slow and let everything sink in. He didn’t expect me to make decisions and start running the pack again in less than 24 hours, more so to pass judgment on my wife right away.

********* Spain-Madrid. “Do you think we should’ve left?” I asked as I kept a glaring state at the window. My eyes had to be fed by the wonderful wide life of the Spanish highways. I was totally lost and felt maybe I’d made a wrong decision. All along while we were still on the plane, my heart raced to a number of options and I never felt eased. I sighed and had a final sip from the glass of champagne. “Don, you made this up. We’re in this and you know the code of the mafia, there’s no backing down, not now, not ever.” He replied before picking his phone. It was a beep which we both heard.

Fortunately, Dexie didn’t realize her intentions. “Really? Should we not get the document today, our circumstances will deteriorate. I’m afraid it will be terrible.” Whoever answered the phone sounded sad and asked, “Is there any other way?”