Erin knew about this?
“I can’t tell you the parts that aren’t mine to tell, Nina.”
My mind races as I try to digest all that hehastold me, but all I can think about is the conversation I had with Erin just a few days ago. She thought I knew. She told me to use the situation to my advantage.
If you are clever, you can benefit from this.
“Is she blackmailing him?” I ask, reading between the lines.
“Not anymore,” Charlie tells me.
“But she was?” Anger has my tone biting out the words.
He nods, and I stand.
“Where are you going? You can’t go to the police,” he warns.
“I’m not going to the police, Charlie. I would never.” I shake my head. I would be lying if his lack of trust in me didn’t sting. “I’m going to Mase.”
31
Mase
Locking the Bentley,I round the bonnet and make my way to the elevators, my mind a fucking jumble of thoughts.
I haven’t heard from Nina. Not that I expected to, but not knowing where she is and what she’s doing drives me wild. Vinny refused to tail her. He has been far less compliant since he came back. It leaves me unable to function. I can’t eat, sleep and think about anything other than her.
Pathetic.
Inserting my key into the dial, I press the button to the penthouse, resting my head back against the cool glass mirror.
I need her.
The doors slide open, and I stride out, only making it a foot into the foyer before I stop short. My feet unable to move.
Her chocolate hair is down and flows to her waist. She is wearing a pair of cycling shorts and a pale pink tank, a pair of running shoes adorning her feet. She spins on the spot, facing me with an uncertain look.
“You ran here?” I ask, the last question I want an answer to. I can tell she did by the sheen of sweat that coats her heaving chest.
She nods, looking up at me through her brows. I want to go to her, but something tells me to keep away.
I can’t read her right now.
She strides to me confidently, and I instantly regret not going to her first. She shows me her strength in her actions again and again. The fact she is here after I told her to walk away says everything about the woman that she is.
I take her chin as she steps up to me like it’s the most natural thing in the world, but she already has it held high. A silent demand to hear the truths I don’t want to give her.
“I know about Charlie’s sister, and I know what happened to her rapist.”
My hand drops along with my stomach, and all the blood inside me drains to my feet, leaving me light-headed.
“Say that again,” I rasp out.
“I think it’s best we don’t repeat it all that often, don’t you?”
I frown at her words.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
