“Has he asked about me?”
Max just shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”
I tried to keep the tears inside, but this confirmation was enough to make them fall. Max puts his hand on the back of my head and as he pulls me closer, my crying turns into full-blown sobbing.
“What am I going to do now?” I ask when I’ve calmed down enough to breathe a little, my voice muffled by Max’s chest. “They’ll want their money, along with stuff I can’t even give them. They know where I live—“
“Shh,” he whispers, stroking my hair. “I checked your file. Your parents live out of state, you could go there, lie low for a while until this blows over,” he suggests.
“What if they follow me? It isn’t hard to find out where my parents live, so all it would do is buy me a few more days.”
I’ve never been more thankful for my mom’s decision todrag my dad on a two month cruise. I don’t know how badly that gang needs their money back, but I doubt they’ll hijack a boat to abduct my parents just to prove a point.
Softly, Max pushes me back until he’s able to look at my face.
“We can arrange something with the local police. Tell them to drive by the house every hour or two to make sure you’re okay.”
No way.
I swallow thickly, hiding my face in my hands. As if all of this wasn’t mortifying enough, I now have to resort to arguments suitable for a five year old.
“I’m scared of being on my own. What if they send more guys to take care of the issue?”
“I could—never mind. Dumb idea,” he says.
“Yeah, because I have a ton of options right now, Max.”
From the moment he entered my cell, Max had been looking at me. But now, his gaze is fixed on the tip of his shoes.
“You could stay here with us. Only for a while, until we can get you into a witness protection program.”
6
MAX
Iwon’t see heaven, and if Logan finds out what I’m planning before every piece conveniently falls into place, I’ll stand in front of the gates of hell sooner than I’d like to. But I knew she was the one when she took a cosmic brownie instead of an oatmeal bar.
After I brought Lily back to her cell, I asked Charlie to send me the voice recording of Mr. Holton’s interrogation. While I disagree with Logan’s opinion that Lily holds the criminal energy of Bonny Parker, I still wanted to check if her husband incriminated her.
He didn’t, and he also didn’t mention her. No questions about her whereabouts, no interest in finding out if she’s in our detainment or if we let her go. She could have been dead, or worse, but I guess it wasn’t of importance to him.
From the first time I saw this piece of shit, I knew he was an asshole and that Lily deserves better. I won’t name names, butIwould never treat her like this. Hell, even Logan has more compassion, and that means something.
Spendingtime with Lily brought a smile to my face, which lasted for hours, but despite that, I slept like shit.
Logan and I rarely fight. Never, actually, because a proper discussion requires two people and a certain amount of communication.
Teasing each other, the odd superficial injury when we’re sparring, sure, but this yelling at each other and not talking thing is something we don’t do.
Couples do that, and Logan has made it clear from the start that I better not view what we have as a relationship.
And I’m okay with it, I really am. I happily accept his rules and his temper and everything else—as long as it makes him stay. But sometimes, I want more.More, something I’ll never get, so I push the thought aside.
I bite back my frustration and focus on brushing my teeth when someone enters my room. To his luck, I realize it’s Logan before I knock him down.
Instead of greeting him, I spit my toothpaste out and watch the foamy remains run down the drain.
“Still pouty, sunshine?”
