He’s already itching for an excuse to get rid of her, and I won’t give him one.
Olivia leans across the desk and reaches for my hand. “I know that it seems that way, but I did it. I’m sure we could get you and London out. Her family, too. You could start over somewhere.”
I shake my head. “She’s already given up too much. What makes you think she’ll agree to any of this?”
“Because she’s still here. In spite of everything. That has to mean something, right?”
I stiffen. “Yeah, it means I’m a bigger bastard than I realized.”
I saw firsthand how my father’s life took away the life my mother imagined for herself.
Her love for my father got her killed.
London isn’t your mother, and you know it. If that means you have to take care of every problem that gets in your way, you’ll do what you need to do.
I won’t let her suffer the same fate.
Olivia’s eyes flicker to the pictures. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
I run a hand over my face. “What would you do if I told you that I suspected your ex was plotting to have you killed?”
Olivia exhales and takes an involuntary step back. “I’d say you better be damn sure before you tell me something like that.”
I search her face, and something in me dips and hardens. “And if I’m sure?”
Comprehension dawns on Olivia’s face. “Then you’ll do what needs to be done. You always do.”
I press my lips together.
“But you better be sure, Mason. There’s no coming back from something like that, and you know what happens when you set the wheels in motion.”
I nod tightly.
“A broken heart can make people do insane things,” Olivia says. “Trust me, I know.”
“I remember.”
It had nearly cost Olivia her life, and I’ll carry that weight around for the rest of my days.
I don’t know Noah well enough to tell if he’s doing this out of revenge, but I do know a desperate man when I see one.
And if the look on his face tonight was anything to go by, he’s not ready to give up on London.
Even if that means the idiot gets in way over his head.
Gather your evidence, and when you’re ready, bring him here and question him yourself. This needs to be handled discreetly and as quickly as possible.
Before he does any more damage.
God knows what kind of promises Noah has made to my enemies, and what kind of information he’s given them about London.
“I know I don’t need to tell you to be careful with her.” A shadow settles over Olivia’s face. “She’s not built like we are. I give her credit for making it this far and not running in the opposite direction. Of course, I also don’t know how much that says about her survival instinct.”
I shoot Olivia a meaningful look. “I assume you had a point?”
“She already has enough to deal with. She doesn’t need anything else, especially if it’s just going to make things harder.”
“Well aware.”
