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Hard to go.

If I’d known loving someone felt this bad I never would have let myself fall into the abyss.

But then, he didn’t give me much choice.

He tossed me over the side, and I’ve flailed ever since.

Lachlan is and forever will be my impossible love.

C H A P T E R 27

Lachlan

The Bishop is as much in demand in Boston as he was in Manhattan.

I’ve made so much money in my first two weeks at MIT, that I haven’t even touched the money dad put in my account. My aim is to give it back to him.

Kian still hooks me up with paying clients from school.

I can do just about anything with an internet connection and it’s what kept my brain occupied for the last few weeks, so I don’t go insane by thinking about Laney and what’s she’s doing, who’s she talking to.

Is that snake in the grass, smooth douchebag Kingston, making his move yet?

He’d be the perfect candidate for Delaney to date.

The kind of guy she can be seen with, hold hands with, introduce her family to and not be ashamed of him.

The kind of boring guy who won’t scare the pants off her because she feels too much. The kind of guy who won’t make her come out of her safety box.

My gut still burns down to the pool of acid.

And the longer I let her linger in my head, the angrier I become.

She let me go so fucking easily, I shouldn’t even entertain her in my head for a second.

My classes are hard, but I’m enjoying them.

No early classes, which means I party hard every night.

That’s what she wanted for me, right? Enjoy college to the fullest.

Fuck my hangovers.

I’m doing what Delaney wants me to.

It doesn’t matter that I’m not enjoying myself while I pour beer after beer down my neck.

Sitting in the quad with a few new friends after lunch, my legs kicked out in front of me, with a notebook laptop balancing on my knees, I idly listen to them yapping about a girl they shared last night… yadda, yadda, it sounds hot, but I’m busy using the school’s WIFI to do a little backdoor breaking and entering.

The Bishop is busy, so I can’t complain about the money I’m making.

I haven’t told these guys what I can do.

I trust few people with the knowledge of the Bishop, and though I think they’re cool people, secrets are my thing.

My biggest secret has probably already forgotten about me.

What-the-fuck-ever.

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