Wretched Love (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #1) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
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“Come on, Kate,” Karen urged. “Your secret’s safe with us.”

I pursed my lips. My secrets were most definitely not safe with them. The first time I had lunch, I’d had a particularly bad day, so I’d had two glasses of wine with lunch. One was normally my limit, and even that was rare. Preston didn’t want a ‘drunk’ for a wife. It was unseemly.

But I’d been excited. Rarely had I been given leave to go out and have lunch with other women. Preston was on a business trip too. All the way across the country. I felt freedom I’d not experienced… ever.

And I’d gotten tipsy.

The women were complaining about their husbands and had looked at me expectantly.

Even in my wine daze, I’d known not to say something scathing about Preston. Certainly not the ugly truth. But I’d wanted to belong to this club. The women who laughed like they didn’t have a care in the world. Who were buffed, tanned and plucked within an inch of their lives, with big hair and even bigger bank accounts.

Yes, it felt carefree and foreign.

Belonging to something, even if it wasn’t who I wanted to be.

So I’d blurted out something about Preston leaving his socks right beside the hamper instead of putting them in.

It was nothing compared to what the other women said. Nothing.

Yet somehow, it had gotten back to him. He’d flown into a rage as soon as he got home, dragging me into our bedroom by the hair. Violet was at a friend’s place for dinner. It happened rather last minute, and it was later I’d realize it was by design. So Preston could punish me properly. For embarrassing him, making his friends think he was a “fucking slob.”

So yes, I knew not to say a word about Preston or our life together at these lunches. And I never touched a drop of wine, no matter how much the women urged.

They thought I was boring.

Which was fine.

Safe.

“If she doesn’t want to share, she doesn’t have to,” Nicole put in, defending me.

Nicole was a relatively new addition to the group. Only a few years older than me with a boy a little younger than Violet.

I liked Nicole. She was… nice. She didn’t have hair ‘out to there,’ her forehead moved when she made expressions and her life didn’t seem shiny and perfect.

She seemed beautifully flawed and didn’t fit into this group one bit.

But her husband had taken over the development for some big set of apartment buildings coming into town, and he went to the club with our husbands. He was important. So she joined the lunches. Those were the rules.

Luanne sighed dramatically. “You don’t have to be such a prude, Kate,” she said. “We’re all friends here.”

“I know, Luanne,” I said with a false smile on my face. “I just have nothing to tell.”

Which was the truth.

I did not own a vibrator. If I did, Preston would find it and punish me thoroughly. My body was his. And if he decided I deserved pleasure, he would give it out.

He knew all the ways he could hurt me and not leave a mark. He also knew all the ways to make me come loud enough to scream.

It was my curse.

He was.

I was owned by him.

Therefore I was not entitled to any agency over my own body.

I wouldn’t tell these vultures that.

Luanne was still staring at me in challenge. She was on her third wine. They could make her nasty, more direct.

I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to push me. Taunt me a little. She saw me as meek, weak. And deep down, beneath all the makeup and filler, she was a bully. I was an expert at recognizing one now. After all, I’d been married to one for almost eighteen years.

All the years we’d been ‘friends,’ she’d made an art of bringing me down, making me feel small.

The other women saw it, of course, but they ignored it. Luanne was the unofficial leader of this group. Her husband was the mayor. He owned half the town. She was the queen of this town. She could ruin someone, even me, if she so wished. So I did my duty, kissed the ring, made sure to never stand up for myself.

I wouldn’t know how to do that anyway.

Nicole also saw Luanne readying herself to lay into me. Nicole didn’t know the rules. Nicole was a nice person.

So she stepped in.

“Kate,” she said, bringing my attention to her. “Isn’t Violet studying abroad now?”

I blinked at her change in subject, the pointed look she gave Luanne before focusing on me.

“Yes, she is,” I said. “Um, Paris. She’s always loved the city. And her French is wonderful. She left two days ago.”

I missed her like a limb. More than a limb. There was an ocean between me and my baby. I’d never been this far away from her in my life. It hurt merely thinking of it. Of how empty the house was without her.


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