Page 121 of The Elusive Billionaire
Her heartbreak is my heartbreak.
“No,” Moose says before I can. “You had some choices taken away from you, and you were too young to know how to get away.”
“Agreed,” Cian says, crossing his arms over his chest with Wrecks panting at his feet. “Twatgobblin chose to get in that car all fecked up. Paige chose to get in that car with you, knowing that he wasn’t of sound mind.”
“Cian’s right,” I say, frowning at the mess she’s made of the bread of her sandwich—she’s plucking it like a chicken. “You’re the only one who didn’t choose to get in that car that night.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I silence her with a gentle kiss that leaves the entire room silent.
My lips hover above hers. “I understand the guilt, Monroe. The guilt of surviving. The guilt of thriving. The guilt of coming away physically unscathed, but no matter how much you punish yourself, you will never be responsible for the actions they chose to make.”
“He won’t just go away.” She shudders as she speaks, and I wrap my arms around her.
“No, he won’t,” I say reluctantly.
How do we protect her from a madman?
“Okay, so our problems are multifaceted right now,” Braxton says. “Let’s plot them out and go from there.”
Madi hops off the stool and pulls out a notebook and pen, then slides it across the island to me.
My brain is already making a list, so I put it to paper.
Keep Savvy safe.
Confirm Sage’s protection in the dorms.
Get control of Clover’s doxing issue.
DeVanes. Ashfords. Austin.
Find out who the town snitch is.
Mole?
