Trinity laughs. “You love me because I always keep it one hundred with you.”
“You’re the only one I can trust.” And it’s true.
Trinity sighs. “Now you’re just being dramatic, babe.”
“Am not! Everyone I thought I could trust lied to me. Bane most of all, and I hate him for it.” I hate him for making me love him. I hate that he looked me in the eye every day and said nothing.
A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. “I’ll call you back later,” I tell Trinity, disconnecting before she can protest.
Wiping my eyes, I check the peephole, and my stomach drops.
Foxy.
Part of me wants to pretend I’m not home, but I know she’s too smart for that. Steeling myself, I pull the door open but make no move to invite her in. “You’ve got a lot of damn nerve.”
“Frankie,” she sighs, her eyes pleading. “Can I come in? Please?”
I cross my arms over my chest, making it clear that I have no intention of letting her inside my apartment.
She nods, accepting the boundary. “Fair enough.” Shifting nervously, she wipes her hands on her shorts. It’s strange seeing her so unsure of herself. The Foxy I know is all bad ass bitch and sass.
“Well...” I pop a brow.
“Right.” She shakes her head like she’s trying to organize her thoughts. “It’s Bane,” she throws out a hand animatedly as she starts to pace in a small circle on my doorstep. “He’s... It’s bad, Frankie. I’ve never seen him like this.”
“I don’t know what that has to do with me,” I say, starting to feel dizzy watching her.
Foxy comes to a stop and smiles sadly. “Please, Frankie. If you could talk to him, maybe?—”
Has she lost her fucking mind? “No. NO!” The anger that’s been simmering inside me for days boils over. “I don’t owe any of you anything.”
“You don’t,” she agrees quickly, holding up her hands in surrender. “I was just hoping... He’s drinking and doing stupid shit.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” I say, hating that it’s probably true. “He has Destiny.”
I remember what Destiny said to me that day at the clubhouse, her words cutting deeper than she could have known.I’ll be back in his bed when he’s done with you.
Foxy drops her gaze to the floor, and what’s left of my heart shatters into a million pieces. Guess it’s already true. Good to know I meant so little to him that he didn’t even wait a week before welcoming her back into his bed.
“You should go,” I manage, my throat tight with unshed tears.
“He’s my family, Frankie,” she begs.
I laugh bitterly at the fucking nerve. She’s pleading with me to go out of my way for her family when she helped destroy mine.
“You know what, Foxy?”
Her eyes spark with hope.
“Fuck you.”
Before she can respond, I shut the door in her face and slide down it onto the floor.
How could they? How could they make me feel like I belonged when they knew none of it was real?
“I hate you,” I sob as deep, wrenching sobs are ripped from my very soul.
I cry for my father, who I now know never abandoned me. I cry for the weeks I spent hating him, believing he’d walked out of my life without a backward glance.
