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What have I gotten myself into?
Where I thought I was saving us all, I actually made a deal with the fucking devil himself.
At first, I didn’t regret my choice, but now—now that they’ve targetedher—I wish I could take it all back. Fuck, at this point, I wish I had killed Liam myself.
I’d be in jail, but at least she’d be safe.
Rolling my shoulders, I push the thought away. There’s no use thinking about what could’ve been or what I should’ve done.
I have to focus on what’s important, what’smostimportant.
Izzy.
Pulling up to Dessa’s cabin, I see Via on the porch looking at Dessa’s car. Dessa is in the driver's seat, and Izzy is in the passenger seat. Dessa throws the car in reverse and begins to back up just as I accelerate, parking diagonally behind her, stopping her efforts.
Quickly, I hop down from my truck and rush to Izzy’s side.
“Get out of the car!” I demand more frustration in my tone than I intend.
If she leaves now, as frustrated with me as she is, there’s no promise I’ll get her back. This is my only chance.
They’re after her. They’ve made that clear. They want to use her as leverage to get what they want from me. She isn’t safe, and I can’t let her leave. She’s safer with me, and fuck, I’m a selfish man, but Ineedher with me.
Izzy’s head snaps up, and her furious eyes meet mine. Her door flies open, and she steps out.
“Who the fuck do you think you are!?” she shouts, shoving a firm fist into my chest. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Yes, yes, I am. I’m fucking crazy. Crazy aboutyou. I’m not losing you again!”
“It’s not your choice, Jett. You cannot control everything.” Her tone is softer, but the frustration she feels for me right now is still present.
“Neither can you.” The words come out immediately, and her attention snaps up to meet mine.
Izzy takes a breath, then shakes her head in disbelief, looking me over.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jett?” Izzy asks, hands on her hips, attitude and sass in full effect.
“I live here, Iz.” She instantly stiffens in place at my words, and I attempt to recover, not intending to come across so cold. “We aren’t done talking.”
Her features visibly soften a little, but she doesn’t make an attempt to take any steps closer to me. So, I close the distance between us.
Izzy gulps audibly before speaking, “The fuck we aren’t.”
Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I pull her into me. To my surprise, she doesn’t fight. Instead, she relaxes against me.
“You know we need to talk this out,” I say firmly.
“I don’t know what the hell you want from me,” Izzy says softly as she pulls out of my grasp, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing, “and I don’t know what else there is to say.”
“I do. I’m sorry for walking out. I just needed a minute to process.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you dare apologize.” She’s looking off into the distance, almost as if refusing to look at me. “You did what you needed to do for yourself.”
Well, hell, I’m shocked. I deserve more sass after I walked out on her when she needed comfort. It kills me that she isn’t giving it to me.
“What I need...” I murmur, and Izzy’s eyes shoot up to meet mine, holding my gaze. The intensity of love and longing in our stare is palpable. I can feel it. I know she can, too. “What I need is looking back at me. I. Need. You.” The words come out slow and choppy as emotion overtakes me. I swallow it down, or at least, I attempt to.
I mean every word of it, with everything I am.I need her.More than that, Iwanther. Only her.
