Naturally Yours
Vicious Snakes Series, Book 3
Copyright
Copyright by Mallory Funk 2019
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This book is fiction, and created using the ideas of the author. Any names or places that are used are from the author’s imagination. This book is for your enjoyment only.
Edited by, Amber Gaida
Cover by, Mallory & Tim Funk
Dedication
This book is for my readers. You guys have shown me so much love and support. If it wasn’t for your love of the Vicious Snakes, it would have never been a series. I can honestly say that I’m very thankful for each and every single one of you.
Chapter One
Sophie
My hands won’t stop shaking. I spent the last thirty-six hours either driving or crashing in some rundown motel. I didn’t rest very well because I was certain that he was going to come after me. I just needed to sleep for an hour or two to give me enough energy to get to my destination. I didn’t stop until I was sure that I wasn’t being followed.
I had just barely made it out. I waited for the perfect moment to escape. I had no idea how long he was going to be gone, but I had the plan in motion for a few weeks now.
Here’s the thing about Vince. Being stuck with him for a couple years meant that I knew his schedule inside and out. He started changing when we got engaged. Part of me is glad that he didn’t wait to change until we were married, but I would like to hope that I still would have found a way out or the strength to leave. I can’t spend my time wondering what would have happened then; however, being on the road that long had given me time to think.
A few nights ago, it was the worst it had gotten. His anger had gotten pretty bad. In addition to a hit to the face, I got a punch to the stomach. When I was bent over from the punch, he had pushed me down and kicked me again. I can’t be sure how many times he kicked me before he stopped. He left the house with me laying on the floor in pain. I had laid there for an hour, until I knew he was gone, before I moved. I had taken a few painkillers before I got moving and made sure to grab the bottle for the road. I knew that the pain would get worse before it got better.
Usually I got a slap or a punch to the face when he was angry. When it first happened, I had tried to leave but he wasn’t letting that happen. He had come to find me at my mom’s and, other times, at different hotels. I didn’t want to be in that kind of relationship, so I kept thinking of a way out. Without a proper plan, he was always going to find me and bring me back.
I tried not to make him angry. My mom loved him, so I couldn’t even go to her when he hurt me. She thought he was amazing and told me that I was so lucky to have found someone like him. She constantly gushed about him and it was disgusting.
The first time I tried to tell her about him being controlling and telling me what to do or wear, or the first slap, she just told me to deal with it. According to her, I was lucky that someone like Vince would pay attention to me. She told me to toughen up because I could have an easy life with him. I don’t call being slapped around an easy life, but who knew what my mother was thinking when she said that.
I felt disgusted that, in her eyes, because Vince had money and was handsome, he was allowed to treat me like shit. I did not agree. Money wasn’t worth this. I glance at my reflection in the rear-view mirror wincing at the bruising around my face. Yeah, money wasn’t worth this.
At a time like this, I wish my dad was still alive. He was the only one I knew who wouldn’t tolerate someone hitting his baby girl. From what I could remember of him, he was very protective of me. My mom never let me talk about him and I was worried my memories would start to fade, so I had written down everything I knew so I that I would never forget.
I knew my dad had family, but I had trouble remembering them most of the time. I knew that his brother was a few years older than him, and that they looked like they could be twins. When my mom had moved away with me, I never thought I would see them again. I didn’t understand why we had to leave at the time. To be honest, I still don’t. She never spoke of my dad’s side of the family and I knew nothing about them. Since I was only a little girl, I couldn’t remember a lot of facts about them. Every day I wish I could. I longed for the family I hadn’t seen in years.
The one night I was looking through some old boxes of ours and found pictures of my dad and mom. He was wearing a biker’s cut. I had grabbed a magnifying glass to see who he belonged to. I hoped that I could have a clue at where to go, excitement running through me when I could read out the MC club name on his leather vest.
Vicious Snakes MC. I was determined to find where
