I just can’t.
“Please stop.”
“I love you,” he mutters softly. “Find me.”
He begins to pry my fingers out of his shirt, but I only tighten them. “Stop.”
“It’ll be alright?—”
“You are going todie,” I leer as the first traitorous tear hits my cheek. “Please don’t do this to me.”
Torin continues with my fingers as he says, “This isn’t the end of me and you. I guarantee it.”
It’s different with Torin.
He says things, I believe them, but they don’t hold the same weight as Levi.
With Levi, I know him.
With Torin, he does stupid shit that can change fate.
He’s me.
I’m him.
And that’s why I can’t let him go.
“I’ll do anything if you stay,” I plead, still trying to hold on to his shirt. “Torin, I can’t?—”
His mouth captures mine in a swift kiss I didn’t see coming, but I yank him closer and against me in the next second.
His greedy tongue instantly coaxes my lips open, receiving my submission and attention. So much so he has my fingers uncurled around his shirt, and he quickly steps away from me before I realize it.
I’m pissed.
“If he doesn’t kill you,” I call out as he begins backing away and getting closer to death. “Iwill.”
“He likes that.” He plucks the earpiece from his ear and aimlessly tosses it to me. I purposely don’t catch it because I’m so livid with Levi right now I can’t bear to hear his voice. Torin glances to my left. “Hot Shit, you’re in charge. Get her home.”
“Whatever, stupid ass,” Rod returns under his breath, but all I manage to focus on is Torin walking further and further away from me.
He winks.
I scowl.
And then he turns on his heel and strides straight for Matteo and his men.
He’s going to die.
He’s going to die, Bay.
Stop him.
“He wants to talk to you.”
Fuck this.
Instead of acknowledging whomever just spoke to me, I retrieve my phone out of my jeans and hold it.
