War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

We’re interrupted by raised voices coming from the lounge room. Mum and King are fighting again.

“Do you see an end in sight to King’s stress?” I ask.

“No.”

“Shit.” He didn’t even hesitate with that answer. “Really?”

“Really. This is going to get worse before it gets better.”

“Zara,” Holly says, coming into the kitchen, slowing when she realises Fury is with me. “Oh, right, umm, I’ll give you two a minute.”

Desperate to not be alone with him, I say, “No, it’s all good, Hols. We’ve caught up.”

Fury looks at her. “Actually, could you give us a minute, Holly?”

Shit.

What?

No.

Holly looks between the two of us, her eyes questioning me as to what I want her to do. My heart, the traitorous bitch, takes control of the situation and I nod to let Holly know I’m good here and that she can give us that minute Fury wants.

After Holly steps out, Fury pins his gaze to mine. “I’ve missed you, Zara.”

My heart is jumping up and down with joy, flapping all over the damn place like she won a fucking prize or something.

My head is telling me to get him the fuck out of here.

“You should get home to Lynette. She’s probably wondering where you are.” I’m not doing this with you. Not now. Not ever.

His forehead creases. “We’re not together anymore.”

Four words are all it takes for my world to spin.

I don’t know what to do with those words because at least before he said them, my head knew my heart would never have the chance to take over again. Now that he has said them, my head’s not sure it can overpower my heart if she decides she wants to win at life.

You need to get him the fuck out of here.

I know.

Well, get on it, sister.

In the end, it’s King who saves me.

“Fury,” he barks from the hallway. “We’re leaving.”

Fury’s still watching me, confused like he’s trying to connect dots. He doesn’t move straight away, but at the sound of the front door slamming, he says, “We need to talk,” and then he’s gone.

And I’m left wondering what the hell he means by that.

We do not need to talk.

Talking is the very last thing we need to do, because talking means an opportunity for my heart to take the lead again, and I decided a long time ago that my heart and my soul require two very different things. And if I’ve any chance at happiness, my soul must get what she needs. And what she needs is any man but t

he one who just walked out of this kitchen.

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