The answer?
One who doesn’t love her back.
And I’m not going to sit around waiting for a man like that.
So I’m going home.
Back to my safe, boring little life.
Even if my heart doesn’t feel quite as safe anymore.
I have to go back.because I can’t waste another minute waiting for a man who isn’t coming for me.
I deserve better than that.
Chapter24
Ego
It’s colder than a witch’s titty in here, and the garage smells like stale oil, burnt rubber, and crushed fucking dreams.
Mine, mostly.
The overhead lights flicker like they’re as tired as I am.
Shadows crawl along the concrete like regrets I can’t outrun.
My boots echo against the slick floor, and every clang of metal, every creak of the lift chains sounds like judgment.
Guilt sits on my chest like a thousand-pound anvil, crushing every breath until I feel like that damn cartoon coyote—smashed flat, bones powdered, soul splattered.
Only this ain’t a joke.There’s no bounce-back.
No “next episode” to try again.
She could have been seriously hurt.
Or, God help me, worse.
The breath wheezes out of my chest, and my entire fucking body shudders at the thought.
I mean, shewasseriously hurt.
A fucking concussion.
And on my watch.
Not only had Sabrina been kidnapped by her brother.
But she’d been re-kidnapped by Chekhov.Witnessed a half a dozen guys get killed by that psycho.
Then she was slapped around by that same goddamn piece of shit who I’d give my left nut to go bring back to life just so I could fucking kill him all over again.
My sweet, innocent Angel really went through it today.
All because I failed her.
And the guilt is eating me alive.
