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Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she softly speaks.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have….”
“It’s fine.” I cut her off.
Allowing my fingers to move across the half-filled glass in front of me, the feeling of darkness descending further over me as I hear the screams of my past ringing in my ears. The memory begins to subside, I catch Summer by the wrist as she tries to leave. Her eyes snap to mine as the crimson stays planted on her delicate face.
Movement in the corner of the bar catches my attention as I pull her back to me. As the figure moves closer to the bar, my grip tightens on her, pulling her closer.
“Bhodi, what is it?” She looks down at the firm grasp.
That’s not a fucking coincidence.
When both men turn toward us, a sinister smirk creeps across his lips as he spots Summer next to me. Feeling the rage building deep within me, he begins to approach. As my eyes dart to the exits, I know I can’t get Summer out of here, so I accept the situation.
“Summer?” He speaks in a mock surprise, approaching the table.
With Summer still focused on me, I see the recognition and fear run through her as her eyes snap to the voice.
“I thought it was you.”
That fucking smirk isn’t moving as Harry stands at the table. His devious eyes roam Summer’s body as she inches closer to me. I watch as her hands shake, unable to get the words out.
Briefly looking between them, I stand, pulling Summer with me. Placing a protective arm around her, I pull her close. Harry’s eyes momentarily flicker with anger as she finally speaks.
“What are you doing here, Harry?”
“Well, I have some business in the city for the next few weeks. I tried to call you.”
His eyes move towards the healing grazes on her forehead, but without hesitating, she pulls away from me and practically flies out the door. Leaving both of us in a stare-off, he looks me up and down before smirking again. His words drip with sarcasm and a cock sure confidence.
“She’ll come running back. She always does.”
“Think so? She doesn’t seem to be too interested.” My own mocking tone allows me to gain the upper hand when I move a step closer. His smirk now replaced with anger. “If you come near her again, I will kill you.”
I watch as his mask falters for a moment. It’s likely no one ever stood up to him. As he goes to speak, another familiar face approaches and interrupts, pulling Harry away and back to their table. Spotting a few other men waiting for him.
As he finally turns away, the associate he’s with sends me a death glare. Fortunately for them, there are too many witnesses here, but I know his face. Luca Bernardi is known to the precincts in New York. He’s a fucking criminal, but unfortunately for us, he’s fucking good and rarely gets caught, but it doesn’t stop people from talking, yet nothing ever sticks. I smirk back, as Harry’s just given me a way into investigating him for Michael Harper's murder.
Harry looks at the door Summer’s just exited from, pulling out his phone. Not wasting time, I move through the exit and back onto the busy street. Checking up and down, but I can’t spot her.
“Fuck.” I say through gritted teeth before hailing a cab back to her apartment, hoping she’ll already be there.
Summer?
Bursting through the apartment's front door, I slam it closed as I lean back into the door. With tears falling down my cheeks, I quickly wipe them away, trying to steady my racing heart with deep breaths. I watch through blurred vision as my hands tremble, moving toward the kitchen. I slide a stool out, dropping myself onto the seat, allowing my head to fall into my hands as my elbows rest on the breakfast bar.
I have no idea how long I stare at the marble in front of me, lost in thought. My mind racing over coming face to face with Harry since I fled for New York. Part of me wonders if he even remembers the fight, but with the conniving look plastered all over his face, I’m sure he remembers it well.
With my dad’s funeral scheduled for next week, I can’t even run away and not look back. Not attending the funeral to say my goodbyes is out of the question. I owe it to my dad to be there for him during those final moments, and without any suspect in custody, his killer is still walking free. I sigh as my mind reels over the day, silently screaming to run as far away as possible, but my stubborn side rears its ugly head.
Squeezing my eyes closed, an eerie feeling of being watched causes the hairs on my neck to stand on end. My head snaps to the living room. Immediately pushing myself from the chair I lurch into the open space, hoping to see a familiar sight. Scanning the empty room, I proceed to search the remainder of the apartment, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Before the disappointment can register, I jump as a loud hammering on the door rings through the quiet apartment. Standing frozen, I crane my neck as a low voice can be heard. Taking a few steps closer, I feel myself reaching for the nearby lamp as I approach, I begin to lower the lamp in my hands as a familiar voice speaks.
“Summer, it's Bhodi. Are you in there?” Letting out the breath I was holding in, unlocking the door I pull it open. his wavy hair is windswept as his chest rises and falls heavily. We stand facing each other, his eyes full of concern as the tears begin to dry on my cheeks. Wiping my face, I step back inside the apartment, gesturing for him to come in. As he steps inside, I close and lock the door behind him.
“Were you followed from the bar?” I ask nervously.
