When she’s out of my view, I turn to Elijah and Amelia. “What’s wrong with her?”
They both send me pitiful gazes.
“I think Dad has been getting to her more,” Amelia whispers up to the ceiling.
“There has to be something we can do,” I say out loud, and they frown.
“She’s been trying for years. We get the same result every time, Leonidas,” Amelia explains.
“So, we’re just going to give up because it’s hard?” I let out a laugh.
That’s not what I’m about, especially when it comes to my mom. She doesn’t deserve what Dad puts her through. She keeps strong for us, but deep down, I know she’s angry for what Dad has become. Heck, I’m angry. I can’t imagine being married to a totally different person and not being able to get out of it when you want to.
“I won’t stop helping Mom fight against these damn courts. We all know Dad has done some dirty work to get on their good sides.”
“I’m not telling you to give up. I’m just saying we should let her handle it herself.” Amelia shrugs and bites her fingernail. “It doesn’t seem like she wants our help.”
Is she joking?
Mom needs help. She needs to part from this man who I don’t consider to be my father anymore.
I glare at them. “Where has that gotten her, fighting all on her own?” They stay quiet, and I hum in amusement. “Thought so.”
Getting up from my chair, I storm away and stride all the way to my room. Slamming my door behind me, I nearly punch a hole in the drywall. I’m so fucking miserable without Trinity. I swear to God I’m going insane without her. Everything that would slightly bother me is ten times worse because I’m not complete without her.
That sounded so cringe. But it’s true. I’m better with her and worse without her.
Knowing she’s by herself makes me anxious. How am I supposed to know that she’s all right when I only see her through a screen? What happens when she hangs up and she’s left alone?
My biggest fear is her thinking I left her behind. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s more valuable than anything I can buy or even my career. I used to hate the thought of loving a girl again. After my first relationship failed because of my career, I ran away from love. Now, all I want to do is be surrounded by her.
When you fall in love with someone, not only do you love them, but if you find the right person, they make you love yourself again.
Without her, my life feels bland. I don’t feel the course of electricity run through my veins.
I’m definitely going insane.
* * *
“The tour will begin in Europe,” an old man who works for the team says from across the conference table. “Greece is first.” He pauses and licks his lips. “That’s the big show because that’s where you’re from, and your fans know that, so we need to make it special.” He flicks through his papers and reads for a couple of seconds. “It’s also huge because it’s your first concert in a long time, so we need to make it a hit.
“To make things more interesting for that concert, you’ll have background dancers. They’ll dance a little more …” He stops mid-sentence and coughs awkwardly. “They’ll dance a little sexier around you, Leo. It gets the females more excited and takes the attention away from the girl you’re seeing.”
Yeah, no.
I snort. “Hell nah.”
There’s no question about it—I won’t be doing that. I’ve never had girls grinding on me onstage before, so I definitely won’t be doing that now that I have Trinity. No one but her touches me. I consider that cheating. If I wouldn’t like a guy touching her—which if it did happen, I know I’d go insane and end up in jail—then I know I shouldn’t do the same.
“Sadly, that’s what the team wants,” he grits out.
I interrupt him, “Then, I won’t be attending the show.”
I know there won’t be a show without me, so I smirk at him.
Test me.
The only reason they’re throwing that idea out there is because of Trinity. They want people to forget that I’m not available anymore.
