“I love you Wills.” She says as she hugs me back.
“I love you too.” I tell her earnestly, because I really do and none of this is her fault.
A voice comes through over the speakers letting us know we can board our flight and we make our way over to the rest of the girls to hopefully start the journey of a fun weekend that will help us forget the mess we are in.
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“Ella! Ladies!” Tommy’s voice echos through the car park where him and his friends are picking us up from.
“You all excited for a crazy weekend?”
“Do you know us but at all?” Gigi says sarcastically as she strides towards one of the cars. She leaves her bags behind her and when she reaches the car she looks at one of Tommy’s friends before telling him to ‘be a good boy and fetch her bags’. We all snicker as she doesn’t even wait for the guy to reply, she just gets in the car knowing he’ll do exactly what she’s asked.
Gigi is a black cat kinda girl. She oozes sensuality and power and I swear in a past life she would have been a Queen and had all male servants who would spend their days fighting over who could feed her grapes.
The guy she spoke to, or commanded more like, looks at the car she’s currently sitting in then to her bags before shaking his head and making his way over to get them for her mumbling
“What the fuck did her last slave die of?”
The guys all laugh at him and make fun of him as he hauls Gigi’s bags to the car, puts them in the boot then gets in the drivers seat. Alina and I decide we’ll go with Gigi while Ella and Mia go with Tommy.
They’ve rented out the penthouse suite for us in some big fancy hotel and I feel a little flicker of excitement now at knowing this weekend is going to be my girls and I having a couple of days together partying and letting our hair down.
Since everything with the car following me and having cameras set up in our apartment I haven’t wanted to go out like I used to. The last time I went out properly was to Dragna’s club, the night Alina brought Lev home. That feels like so long ago now and thinking back over the last few months I realise how naive we were.
I feel the excitement turn to resentment and anger and now I’m determined to enjoy every second of this weekend away from the drama and chaos back home and just go crazy out of spite.
Fuck whoever it is stalking me making me feel like I can’t have fun. Fuck Dragna for hurting me so much. Just… Fuck!
I can feel the breakdown coming and knowing it will be alcohol induced means it’s either going to be the most fun, crazy and carefree weekend of my adult life, or it’s simply going to be the worst. Right now though, I don’t care which it is as long as I get blackout drunk with my best friends as soon as possible.
Chapter Thirty Nine
Dragna
I watch Ivans fight from the cameras in my office. He enjoys it as a hobby of sorts, to just have a bit of fun, so we always put him on the undercard.
I can’t bring myself to sit down there in the crowd of people and pretend to care about anything else other than the fact that Willow knows the truth. She knows the truth because I lost all fucking control and I blew up. Now she’s in Boston, probably getting ready to head out for their first night out and I’m stuck here while we aren’t speaking and I have no clue if she’s safe. My only reassurance is knowing she’s wearing her necklace.
I told Lev before he took her home to give it to her and to ensure she took it with her to Boston, no fucking arguments.
All I’ve done is watch her tracker flash on my phone screen all day.
I down another drink as I look back to the computer and see the ref raise Ivans hand, signifying he won his fight.
I don’t care about the money we’ll make tonight from these fights, I just want to know exactly what Willow is doing right now and how she feels.
I pull up our texts messages and debate messaging her again not caring if I seem desperate.?
Fuck I am a desperate man. I wasn’t lying either, I will get on my knees and beg for her to forgive me, to let me take care of her, for even just a simple text back from her.
Why the fuck does she have to be out of the city this weekend when we have one of our biggest nights of fights on. The timing couldn’t be worse.
I know for Lev’s fight I’m going to have to act the part and show my face cage side, but since that isn’t for a couple more hours, I stay where I am, watching the tracker blink back at me while I continue drowning my fucking sorrows.
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“HE’S HEAVY ON THE FRONT LEG!” I shout from Lev’s corner.
