Page 41 of Scarred in Silence
“Obviously, you want to. That’s why you can’t stop grinding your fucking teeth.”
I glare at him.
“Or just call Varek. Make sure she’s good if you’re worried about your sleazy cousin.”
My fists tighten at my sides. Varek is sleazy, but I know he will hold up his end of the deal. He’s a loyal guy. He won’t lay a finger on her.
“Fine. As long as you shut the fuck up about it.”
“Deal,” Dante agrees.
I pull out my phone and call Varek. It rings a few times before he answers.
“What’s up Cuz?”
“Cut the shit, Varek. How is she?”
“She’s a fucking bitch.”
My jaw clenches.
“How is she?” I try to ask calmly behind my rising anger.
“She’s fine. She’s sleeping. Again.”
I let out a breath. Relief trickles its way into my veins.
“Okay. Call me if shit goes sideways. I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you then, Cuz,” he says, and the line goes dead.
I look out the window, and Dante breaks the silence.
“She good?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?” The hairs on the back of my neck rise at his question. Varek said she’s good. She is fine.
“Yeah.”
He nods. I stare out the window and wonder how the fuck I will be able to have a clear head until Saturday. It’s only Tuesday, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Hopefully, tonight goes smoothly. I can’t have her clouding my judgment more than she already is.
* * *
I sit in my hotel, pacing the room. Why the fuck am I so on edge today?
I take a drink of my Absinthe and stare out into the city.
“You need to chill the fuck out,” Dante says as he lies back on the couch.
I don’t say anything. There is nothing to say. I’m driving myself crazy.
“I know you lost her once, but you won’t lose her again. She’s doing so much better, remember?” He tries to comfort me. Which is fucking weird. He never does that.
“Yeah. I know. I just hope Varek doesn’t fuck it all up.”
I down the rest of my drink before setting the glass down on the table.
