And that’s the only thing I have to keep her mine.
“Text me if?—”
An excruciating, heart-wrenching scream fills my ears, and all my surroundings freeze in that moment.
I know it as Cairo moves toward the door.
I’m aware of it because I feel it in my gut as the scream replays in my head.
There’s no denying how much I understand Bay Astor. Her bawling isn’t from pain.
She just lost the baby.
FORTY-ONE
reeve
In and out.
That’s all this was going to be.
I hate how I inhale deeply before pushing Bay’s bedroom door open and amble quietly inside.
Who gives a fuck if she knows I’m in here or not?
Torin and Cairo have been up my entire ass to come over here, to deal with the result of Matteo De Leon and what hedid.
And now, what I have to accept.
She’s probably glad it’s gone. She didn’t want it anyway.
So why my brothers are all up in arms aboutmebeing here and telling meIhave to show my face around is beyond my level of comprehension.
I don’t wish to be here.
I don’t even want to be in this house, but it was the only way to get out of mine. Fucking Cairo has me locked up like a felon in my own bedroom and it was either this or spending the next few days tweaking and fiending for my next fix.
I have to accept this for what it is.
I’m not looking to go backward on the drugs—I’m aware I need to get my head screwed on straight to be somewhat normal again—but it’s still appealing.
I’m agitated, restless, and fucking exhausted.
And my dreams turned nightmares are pissing me off even more because they’re always filled withher.
Scanning the space, I find the small lump in the middle of the mattress. Bay’s currently rolled up in a ball, covers pulled over her body, and the room is barely lit with drawn curtains keeping the sunlight out.
It’s depressing as fuck in here.
Silently sighing, I don’t know what to do. It’s hard to imagine her being so depressed about the baby when she clearly expressed she didn’t want it in the first place.
Cairo insists she’s heartbroken.
I called severe bullshit on that commentary.
But now, I’m starting to believe he may have been right. Because the Bay Astor I know would be out running amuck on the world. She wouldn’t be holed up in her room for over two days. Cairo wouldn’t have bothered to drag me out of the house when, clearly, my first choice wouldn’t have been here. Torin wouldn’t have told me to fucking move if he could have done it himself and won some brownie points.
Don’t get me started with Oz.
