Anything Kensley told me, she’ll easily reveal to Moreno or any of the soldiers who question her.
“She gave Harper her credit card. Run the information, we’ll be able to locate her.” I don’t divulge that Kensley knows about the family business. At this point, bringing her down into the basement, tying her up, she’d have figured it out on her own.
I glare at Nova as she comes racing around the corner. Apparently, she’s gotten wind of what’s happening.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking exasperated.
“No,” I growl, my gaze tightening on her.
Nova and Harper had become friends over the past couple of months.
“Did you know?” I snarl, stepping into her personal space.
She shoves me backward. “No. Harper kept me in the dark about her plan.”
Moreno watches the exchange between us for a moment before he and Dante hurry down the hallway to his office. I’m sure they’re planning on tracking Kensley’s credit card. Harper would need it if she were planning on staying at a hotel.
“Really? Because you two have been pretty cozy lately. Best friends, if I recall.” I want to believe Nova, but right now I don’t trust anyone.
Nova rolls her eyes.
She’s not the least bit afraid of me. She folds her arms across her chest. She’s dressed in the same matching gown as Kensley, deep purple with black trim. They were both to be bridesmaids for our wedding.
It burns my insides, realizing that there won’t be a wedding.
I didn’t even want to get married, but the rejection, the humiliation, it aches in every ounce inside of me.
I had an out.
Harper could have married Ashton.
It’s what my father wanted, demanded of Ashton, but instead, she chose herself over me.
There’s no relief, just melancholy.
“Get over yourself, Luca.” Nova doesn’t back down. “The wedding was a foolish idea from the start. You only agreed to it to keep her alive. Don’t forget that!”
What started out solely as an act of protection became so much more.
Harper means so much more to me than just keeping her alive.
I wanted to marry her.
To spend the rest of my life with her.
Yes, there were times I was distant.
It’s hard to be thrust suddenly into parenthood.
She has a son, and that mere thought, let alone the act of taking care of another person, a child, terrifies me. I never want to become my old man.
I’d tried to keep some distance from Zeke and from Harper.
But every time we fell back into patterns, climbing into bed, kissing, touching, I fell deeper, harder, faster, for Harper.
And now she’s torn out my heart and left me with a fucking breakup letter.
“Go get stuffed,” I growl at Nova and storm off to find Dante.
