“Something’s changing between us. I can’t place when it started or why, but something’s between us and I feel like I’m losing you and I can’t bear it.”
“I promise you, I’m going nowhere. I’m right here. And there’s no one but you that I love.”
I lean in to kiss her but she pulls away. “There’s something you’re not telling me. Please, just talk to me.”
“I can’t tell you something that isn’t there. Do you want me to lie just so you can hear what it is what you want to hear.”
How can I tell her that I need her to hate me. That in order for her to believe it’s best to break up, I need her to hate me like she’s never hated anyone before.
“You’re not sorry you ever loved me, you’re sorry you still love me.”
She pushes up from her chair and whacks her purse strap over her shoulder.
“You’re a special kind of asshole. I’m done.”
She storms toward the door, and I call out, “I’ll see you tonight, babe.”
She doesn’t grace me with a reply, and I smirk.
Yeah, I’ll be seeing her soon.
15
The Prospect
Konan
Ford’s woman, Phoebe or whatever her name is, storms out and Ford leans back in his chair and smirks. There’s something different about him since we brought him home after thinking he was dead for months on end. I suppose what he went through was bound to change him in some or a lot of ways. He’s lost the friendlier soft edge he had. He’s no longer even afraid around the beast Luca and Victoria call their dog. He’s edgier, harder, tougher almost. I like this version of him. He needed to be tougher coming back under the patch. A patch I desperately want for myself.
I’ve been so close to getting my patches yet there’s something that always gets in the way. I was so close to patching in when Luca wanted me to be the one to take out Effie Rathbone but then Luca found out Ford was still alive and gave him the honor.
“Prospect, I need you to make my friend half a sandwich and take her up half a bottle of water,” Ford instructs and that’s another thing that grates on me.
When I first came here, I was Konan. Everyone called me by my name. Now I’m Prospect.
Luca wants me to earn my place and I will, but fuck me, how much more can I do to prove myself?
It doesn’t take me long to do as Ford bid and by the time I’m locking Effie in after I’ve let myself out, my phone is blowing up and I know who it’s going to be.
My mother.
If I don’t answer, she’ll only keep trying so I hit accept and press the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m good. What can I do for you?”
It’ll be money she’s after, or a boyfriend she wants me to kick out for her because she’s yet again chosen a scumbag who doesn’t listen to her or thinks she is a punching bag.
“Can’t I call just because?”
Maybe some mothers call their sons just because but mine never has and I doubt today is the day she changes her ways.
“Okay,” I play along. “How are you getting on?”
“I was just wondering when you’re coming home?”
