Dazed, she looks up. “Don’t make a scene.”
Don't make a scene?
Is she fucking kidding me right now?
I mash the button until the doors start to close.
Someone flings an arm in, and the doors slide open again.
Goddamnit.
I shove people back with force.
A man lifts his phone, trying to squeeze in.
Not a chance.
“Back. The. Fuck. Up.”
Smartly, he chooses self-preservation.
I set her down, pull out my phone, and make the call. “Elevators. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Pix leans into me as I hold her upright, my arm firm around her waist. I feel the shiver run through her.
“Who was that?” she asks.
“A friend,” I say through clenched teeth.
“You have a friend just hanging out at the Empire State Building?” she asks, confused.
“I have people watching you around the clock, Pix. To make sure this never happens,” I say as I internally thrash myself because it did happen.
On my watch.
I fucked up.
I let my feelings override common sense, and Pix got hurt.
I let her get hurt.
And if this isn’t my wake-up call to stop wanting what I can’t have, I don’t know what the fuck is.
The doors open, and I move fast, handing her off to my men. “Take her home. Make sure the doctor’s there when she arrives.”
“No,” she protests, reaching for me. “I’m going with you.”
I yank my arm from her grip.
“Take her home.”
CHAPTER 42
Ava
He left me.
