When the server comes with our check, she attempts to grab the bill, and I click my tongue.
“But you’re helping me out. The least I can do is get you dinner,” she offers.
“My ma’ would shoot me in the head for letting a woman pay for the meal. Absolutely not.”
“Is your mom still alive?” she asks.
“Yes, she moved here with me.”
“That’s nice.” She smiles kindly, but there’s sadness behind her eyes. “ You haven’t said your name or asked for mine.”
“Declan,” I tell her. She tilts her head when I don’t ask for hers.
My phone vibrates, and it’s Rory dropping off her medication.
“Give me a moment,” I say before going through the restaurant and out the back door to grab the brown bag from Rory.
“Boss had me triple-check that everything was legit,” Rory informs, handing me the bag.
Finn might not truly want Elena, but he also doesn’t like anyone disrespecting his belongings.
“Thanks.”
Rory gives me a nod. But when I get back to the table, Elena is already gone.
Fuck.
8
ELENA
I bailed as soonas the Irishman went to the back of the restaurant.
I’d rather wait four days, likely suffer and turn into a needy, horny mess, than take drugs from a stranger. I wasn’t born yesterday, and that Beta screams danger.
While a part of me genuinely thinks that he was truly getting me suppressants, the logical side of me knows that people don’t just do nice things out of the goodness of their hearts.
He didn’t ask me for my name, and that has me on high alert, making me think that he might already know it.
What if my brother hired him to find me? What if he knows where I am? What if I just ruined everything by venturing out to the pharmacy?
But they wouldn’t let me pick up my prescription unless I had a valid ID. They could have fucking told me about my insurance on the phone, though.
I rub my head. My temple throbs as I half jog back to the High Roller.
The only thing that gives me some sort of peace is that Declan seemed, well, he seemed nice. I’m used to being around men that have a certain curtness to them, but he was respectful and kind.
I mean, if he was supposed to take me, he would have never left me alone, right?
Roger looks concerned as I stroll through the entrance.
“Everything okay, Elena?”
“Yeah, fine. Thanks, Roger.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but I punch in my code and head down to the apartments.
I toss my purse more violently than necessary on the desk, and I sit at the chair, placing my head between my knees as I try to not panic.
