Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) Read Free Page B

been dealing with PTSD after her attack from Titus, and we don’t need to see the man that caused so much damage to her causing any more problems.
    Sighing, he takes a seat once more. “I was concerned at first. After the deed was done by her hand, I thought she’d break down or something, but there was nothing. She was quiet and closed off. I worried about pushing her too far after what had happened with Titus, but she surprised me. She never had one episode after we returned, even though she still didn’t seem right.”
    Louie shakes his head, but when he looks back up at me, I see relief wash over his face. “We finally talked it through, and I think she’s gonna be all right. Like, really all right, about everything. It’s like this was a part of her healing process or something. It’s allowed her to work everything out of her system—the fear, anger, and sadness—and now there’s just Harlow left. She still seems a little different, she’s harder, but I think that’s good for her. But she doesn’t appear to have any of the PTSD or anger. She’s back to her old self―just stronger.”
    I see nothing but happiness in his eyes and I feel better knowing that after allowing her to go with him to kill her adoptive father, there will be no lasting side effects. If anything, it’s made things better for her. I couldn’t be happier about that. Harlow has been through so much in the past few years…Louie as well. They both deserve a break and to be truly happy for once.
    “Glad to hear it, son. Damn glad to hear it,” I say, then reach out my hand to the man I took in all those years ago. A man I think of like a son.
    Seconds after Louie leaves my room, in walks Rose and I feel a smile tip my lips. “Damn, you’re good. Timed it perfectly,” I say.
    “Like I said, I’m good at timing things.” She winks before she gets me set up for my massage.
    This woman is going to be the death of me, but fuck if I could even force myself to care. If what I feel when she comes near me and looks at me with that twinkle in her eye is what kills me, then I’ll go willingly. Best way to fucking go, if you ask me.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Rose
     
    Setting the oils down on the table beside Mack’s bed, I head into the bathroom like I do every day when I come in here to do his massage. I’ve told him it’s to wash my hands before we start—which is true—but it’s also because I have to get myself into check and take a few moments to compose myself.
    Every time I’m in his room, my heart rate picks up and my palms become sweaty. I don’t know what it is that he does to me, but I don’t like it. I wish I could say that it’s fear that causes my reaction, or even dislike, but that would be a bold-faced lie. I’m attracted to him but I don’t want to be.
    Though I’ve only ever seen him lying in the bed and never standing, I know he’s tall just by the fact that his feet practically hang over the end of the bed. He’s muscular and looks fit, even after being bedridden for almost a month. I’m sure he’s lost some weight, but his build is still huge. His arms are what stand out the most to me and I think those have gotten bigger since the first time I saw him, which would make sense since he’s having to use them all the time to lift his weight.
    I like how he doesn’t look like a body builder, though. He’s big, but not too big. Like in an unnatural way. I’ve always hated how people look who do competitions and all that stuff. I mean, it’s cool that they’re dedicated and want to do it, but it just looks odd. On both male and female. But to each their own, I guess.
    Then there’s his strong jaw line with a little bit of hair that is barely gray. I know by looking at his chart he isn’t really old—only six years older than me—but the gray works for him; makes him even sexier.
    And his tattoos. I’ve always had a thing for tattoos, but the ones I’ve been able to see