He relented and took two.
“We’ve already paid for the night, just sit down and shut up. I need to think.”
“Think?”
“Yes, Mace, think. We’re in a bit of a bind here, wouldn’t you say?” He glared at me and I glared right back. “How fucked are you?” I asked softly, sinking down on the carpet and resting my back against the table the TV was on.
“I’m sure you can figure that out, Waverley,” he said, closing his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.
It was the first time he’d called me by my name. I looked at the floor.
He wassofucked.
“Nytro’s best friend got blown up.”
“Who?”
“Nytro, our President. Your family blew up his building, with him in it. He’s volatile, stupid,” he added, running his hand over his head. “That tipped him over. Danica only thinks she can control him, and to a point, I guess she could. But now.”
“What does that mean?” I asked him, getting to my feet anxiously.
“It means he’s unpredictable.”
“Will he hurt my family?” my heart started thumping.
“He’ll try. But like I said, he’s stupid. But that might make him more dangerous.”
“Give me your phone,” I hurried to the bed. “I need to call them.”
“No,” He shifted away from me.
“Mace, I need to let them know.”
“Your family aren’t stupid, Waverley. I’m sure they know who they killed, they did it for a reason. They can handle it.”
I stood over him, my arms crossed. He looked like shit but there was more in the depths of his green eyes as he held mine. His phone was buzzing. It had been doing it for a while as I was cleaning him up. I glanced at his hand where it was clutched.
“That’s them?” I asked.
“Non-stop. People I’ve grown up with, respected and worked alongside for years, all threatening me. You know, all the fun stuff they’re gonna do to me.”
“I’m sorry. You’re in this position because of me,” I said softly, lowering my eyes.
He laughed darkly and shifted on the chair. “Funny thing is, I’d do it again.”
I looked up sharply, trying to read his expression but it was as unreadable as ever, more even. “Knowing what would happen to you?”
“I’m not a monster. You didn’t deserve what they intended to do to you.”
I picked up the vodka bottle and drank some more. “We can’t just sit here. They’re looking for you.” He nodded. “We need my family, they’ll help us.”
“Are you hearing yourself, they aren’t going to help me,” he indicated his cut on the floor.
“They will when they know you saved me.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think that’s true,” he scoffed.
“You don’t know them the way I do. I just need to speak to Hudson, or my brother.”
