Page 57 of Run For Me
“Of course I’m not joking!” She has the audacity to bring her hand up by her throat, looking aghast, as if I just insulted her very being.
“He’s dead. What is he going to do?” I ask.
“Not him,” she seethes. “The one coming to dispose of him.”
“Where are your bodyguards?” I ask.
I swear I see steam coming out of ears. “You know I have no such thing.”
“Well, maybe it’s time, Mother. You aren’t getting any younger.”
“You will stay here until the mess is cleaned up,” she says firmly.
“I told you I have somewhere to be,” I growl.
“You will see this through, or you know what will happen.”
I take a step toward her, pointing my finger in her face, ready to show her exactly why she shouldn’t fuck with me. She doesn’t flinch. Not even a flutter of her eyelashes. This woman is brutal. Made of the toughest shit. If she weren’t such a bitch, we’d make a great team. But she can’t be trusted.
“One of these days, you’re going to learn exactly who the fuck you raised.”
Her lips turn up into a dark smile. “I’m glad you think so.”
“You underestimate me.”
“Perhaps.” She shrugs, giving me a bored look.
I raise my fist, ready to punch her straight in the face, but she still doesn’t flinch. She’s lucky my phone rings, distracting me. I have no issues punching a woman if they deserve it, and trust me, this hag deserves it.
“You’re going to regret this,” I say, turning on my heel and storming out. I answer my phone. “What?”
“Fifteen minutes out.”
“Yeah, thanks for the heads up.”
I end the call, shove my feet into my shoes, and go to my car. I can’t stand to be in the same house as her, breathing the same fucking air. It’s toxic.
I wait until the very last minute to call Sailor, and it pisses me off even more that I’m being forced to make this call.
“I understand.”
It’s all she says.
I try to be apologetic without coming across as a pussy, which just makes me seem like more of an asshole. Like I don’t care. Probably a good thing, since I don’t want her to know I care, but I also don’t want her to hate me. I don’t want her to give up on this, on us. On whatever it is we’re doing. I want another chance.
Telling her I’m sorry is on the tip of my tongue, because I am sorry. But I don’t say those words.
“I’ll text you later.”
“Yeah, okay. Bye.”
I wait for her to end the call. She doesn’t. I sigh heavily and end it myself, knowing there’s nothing left to say. Then I bang my head on the steering wheel until it’s bruised.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sailor
I knew I wanted this night to happen, regardless of how nervous I was. I guess I didn’t realize how badly I wanted it though, because the disappointment weighing on my chest makes it hard to breathe. As I walk back to my car, since I’m already at the park, tears sting my eyes. Though, my period could be to blame for that. I’ve always gotten emotional during this time of month. Deep down, I know it’s more though. It’s another let down. Another person I can’t rely on, because I have no one in my life who cares.
