Page 57 of Jagger
“No,” Wolfe admits. “But you don’t give a fuck about her. Right?”
“Again. It doesn’t make a difference.” I hang my head, exhaustion sweeping over me.
“Sure, it does. If you did it because you felt something for her, tell her. Tell her you did it to get her out of there.”
I inhale deeply on my spliff. He’s fucking delusional if he thinks Molly will give a shit.
“She ended up back with him.” I clench my fist and bite down on it, hard. “After everything, she ended up back with him.”
“Because he knew you had money.” Wolfe shrugs like it’s simple. “You paid again. We saved her.”
“She won’t even talk to me,” I mutter. “Not a fucking word.”
Wolfe studies me. “You need to tell her the truth.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter, dragging my free hand through my hair. “‘Oh, I raped you to save you from the man I brought back into your life, then I paid to save you again.’ She hates me.”
My words fill the silence between us until Wolfe says, “So make it right.”
“I can’t.”
I stare at the white-tiled floor of my fucking mansion and contemplate burning it to the ground. I hurt the only woman I’ve ever cared about in the worst way. She’ll never forgive me.
“Then forget about her.”
My lips twist into a smile as I say, “I fucking wish I could. She’s in here.” I tap my head. “So fucking embedded in my mind. I’ve never, ever had a woman in my head like this.” I wave my hand around me. “I can still smell her perfume, do you know that? She hasn’t been here in so long, yet I can.”
“You’ve got it bad, man,” Wolfe says with a sigh. “But you can still do something about it. Tell her why you did it. She’ll want to know that.”
He’s right—Molly asked me why I did that to her so many times. But I couldn’t admit that I did it to help her—how fucking twisted is that?
I raped you to save you?
Fucking hell, even I don’t buy it, and it’s the truth.
“Do you ever see her?” I look up, and Wolfe shrugs.
“Not since she started modeling. Nicole said?—”
“Modeling?” My voice is barely audible. My lungs burn as I hold my breath. The modeling industry isn’t safe for a girl like Molly, someone so damaged and used…someone so hurt by life. “Who the fuck is she modeling for?” My head swims. The thought of her surrounded by the slimy bastards that I know dominate the modeling industry makes my stomach churn. Would someone abuse her again?
Fuck!
Why didn’t anyone tell me she was modeling? I hadn’t done any work in so long that I was out of the loop. I wouldn’t have heard about any new models. Pain radiates from my chest, spreading into my organs and flesh, destroying me from the inside out.
“I wish I didn’t care so much.”
Wolfe says nothing but closes his eyes.
I text Kaden.
JAGGER: Who is Molly modeling for?
KADEN: I don’t know. Why?
Kaden probably doesn’t pay attention to shit like that, but Aphrodite does. I text her.
JAGGER: Who is Molly modeling for? Please tell me.
