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Nope. I couldn’t go there yet.
I shook my head in response to her question. “No. But I’m also not going to make that choice for her. No one should be able to do that. It’s her life that’s been derailed, she should have a say in what happens with it from here on out.”
“I…actually agree with that,” she said, addressing the rest of the room.
“Where is she, anyway? Is she okay?” I eyed the five of them suspiciously.
“She had the same kind of night you did,” Callum replied with an infuriating smirk.
I was glad I’d decided not to go look for her. I kinda already had figured that would be the case. She and I had unfortunately fallen for a pair of beautiful psychotic assholes with excellent dick.
It was a maddening cycle.
“Hey.” With one-word Rhys summoned my full attention to him.
I turned my head, my breath catching as he walked towards me.
He cupped my chin and lifted my gaze to his, setting off a flurry of treacherous butterflies in my stomach. Lord help me. When would this stop happening?
“She’s going to be safe. I promise.”
“You shouldn’t have considered using her in the first place,” I retorted. “And back to this whole, I’m dead thing. What about my house? My grandfather’s store?”
“Aside from sentimental drivel, you don’t even like that house,” Rhett said.
I wondered how he knew that when I’d never mentioned that to him. Sometimes, it was a little disconcerting how much well he knew me.
“Okay, true. But what about the store?”
“Its insulting you assume I haven’t taken care of all this yet. The store now belongs to a lovely married couple with my family’s surname.”
“You gave it away?”
“No,” he replied bluntly, shutting down any further discussion on the topic.
I was tempted to push the issue, but I wasn’t keen on having a dramatic showdown in front of an audience. He’d better not have done some major asshole power-move.
“How do you even manage to get all this accomplished?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to enjoy the perks of.” He toyed with my lower lip, keeping my head still when I attempted to look away.
“Now--.”
“The flash-drive is buried beneath the planter beside my Mom’s grave,” I blurted it out before I could lose my nerve or the courage that compelled me to march in here.
If Em was safe, I was safe, and it would stop us from being hunted down like dogs and the people surrounding me safe, w
hoever the flash-drive had been stole from could gladly have it back.
So, there.
I did it.
This wasn’t my problem anymore.
Sorry, Dad.
I felt somewhat liberated by what I’d done. It was like letting someone drive, and finally taking control of the wheel again. Only now, I had no idea which way to steer.
