I gape at him.
Like a dumbass.
Just full-on open stare, no words coming out.
“We had…someone come in so he didn’t bleed to death,” Torin continues through my speechlessness. “We didn’t want?—”
“Get away from my girl, Wildes,” Matteo barks out. “She didn’t come here to see you.”
Pretty Boy doesn’t move. His jaw tics ever-so-annoyingly, but he doesn’t snap back with anything.
“I got it,” I manage to get out. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” A retort is about to roll off my lips, but the pad of Torin’s thumb gently brushes and descends over my cheek ever-so-softly, and it slices right through it. “He doesn’t deserve to see you.”
My chest tightens at how thoughtful he's being, but I know it’s the teether that hasn’t fully severed between us yet.
The one that won’t fuck off.
“Five minutes,” Torin says diplomatically. “Then we’re leaving.”
Fine with me.
He moves to give me my moment but stays right at my side the whole time. I can’t help but accept his comfort in this awkward position.
Everything screams at me to leave.
Even when Matteo’s dark eyes connect with mine, I can feel the evil in the room.
The same one who kicked my child from this world.
“Couldn’t come without yourlapdog?” he taunts like a dumb-ass bitch. “I’m disappointed.”
“I’m disappointed you got caught after evading everyone for so long,” I mindlessly shoot back. “You were so desperate to see me that you fucked up and allowed your emotions to get the better of you. Bad play.”
His nostrils flare the tiniest bit, but he quickly fixes it. “I could say the same about you. How was your visit with Muncy?”
“Short.”
An arrogant smirk tugs at his lips. “Stupid motherfucker never could make anything stick.”
“Another stupid move.”
He shifts his weight to get comfortable, but I see him wince a bit from the pain I’m sure he’s enduring.
Matteo is black and blue. Besides the missing arm from my fuckin’ husband, God only knows what else they’ve done besides the obvious.
“What’s your play?” Matteo solicits evenly. “Have me killed?”
I stare back at my ex with zero emotion. I think it’s been sucked out of me wholeheartedly.
I can’t bring myself to care about this.
Even after everything he’s done to me…I can’t do anything to fix it. It’s just another thing he took from me.
That I’ll never get to experience or take back.
“Earth to Bay,” he sneers, and it prompts me right back toher.
