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Thisobsessionin me has this idea— a perfect fantasy where I’d find her in my bed, every night. I’d fuck her every morning and put a smile on that pretty face. Give her everything she could ever want so she’d never leave. She’d be mine, fully and neither heaven nor hell would be able to drag her away from me.
In reality, I can’t give her the life she wants. Parties and diamonds and too much wealth for any one person to spend in a lifetime. I make a comfortable living, but nothing near what she’s used to. My house isn’t a castle and I’m definitely not her fucking knight in shining armor.
She’ll leave when this is done. I need to accept that.
She’s got me by the balls and there isn’t shit I can do about it.
With the cartel knowing where she is, it’s only a matter of time before her mother shows up. Now they’re sucking me into their trafficking bullshit.
I won’t do it.
I’ll die before I ever let Dad’s garage get turned into that same shit the old paper mill was.
I scrub a hand over my face, a plan forming. I need to see Logan. I need to get every single ounce of information out of the little prick that broke into Hannah’s house to see if we can fix this because right now . . . shit’s looking pretty fucking bleak.
There’s a car I recognize in my drive as soon as I pull in and I groan in frustration.
“Jesus Christ, Savannah,” I grit, ready to break apart whatever bullshit fight she’s come to start now.
I force my legs to carry me inside, the sound of their voices ringing out from the living room.
Both freeze when I step into the doorway, Hannah’s gaze wary while Savannah’s is tense.
“I just came to speak with Hannah.”
“Wonderful.”
I look to Hannah
I nod to the kitchen and Hannah swallows, face bleak as she follows me. As soon as we’ve stepped inside, I hand her the bag and she takes it like it weighs a thousand pounds.
“Mason—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“No.”
Her eyes flick to mine and I can see she’s been crying. I expect her to argue, but she doesn’t push, popping the pill in her mouth and swallowing it down without water.
I nod. It’s done.
“Do I need to stay?”
She shakes her head softly, though she doesn’t look at me. My chest aches to take her chin in my hand, but if I touch her right now, I won’t want to stop until she agrees to be mine.
“I’ll be back later,” I murmur, heading for the door. I don’t want to look at her. See the fucking disappointment in those pretty green eyes.
I grab the bike keys on the way because I need to clear my head before I meet Logan. “Don’t wait up.”
Maybe if I drive fast enough, I’ll forget all about Hannah Gaines and her pretty fucking eyes.
But I’m betting I won’t.
Hannah
That was awkward,” Savannah chimes, coming into the kitchen after Mason leaves. She sits down at the kitchen table, watching me through a guarded gaze.
Savannah freaking Carpenter. You know, I’m starting to think the cold, indifferent Carpenter smolder should be patented. God knows they’ve all got it down to a T.
I wipe the corner of my eye, hoping foolishly, that she can’t see that I’ve been crying.
