Page 28 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

Fuck.

“Go away, Rick,” Cross snarled.

Stupid ass enforcer.

The guy still wouldn’t leave Cross alone.

He’d made it three weeks. Three weeks of just … being. Alone. No responsibilities. Recharging. Getting used to being just him without Catherine.

It was not a nice place to be, he learned.

“Fuck.”

That was all the guy who owned the couch said.

Then, the blanket that was covering Cross was ripped off. Cross found himself locked in a staring contest with Rick, but he refused to move.

Rick spoke first.

“Again, your step-father is outside. He says enough is enough. You’ve been gone long enough—not answering calls, or checking in. Scaring your mother half to death. He’s done with your nonsense. Move your ass without me needing to do it, or I will personally stuff your stupid self into the trunk and drive you home. I’m sure it’ll be a nice lesson for you, you spoiled little shit.”

Cross glowered more.

Rick was unaffected. “Get up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hard way it is, then.”

Cross cocked a brow at the enforcer. “You touch me, and you die.”

“Are you going to get up?”

“Is Cal really outside?”

“I guess you’re either going to get up and find out for yourself, or I’m going to carry you out there. Which one do you want to choose?”

Cross walked himself out there.

Calisto was waiting.

Neither of them spoke for days after, though.