The doctors told me to take it easy before they discharged me yesterday, but I couldn’t sit around doing nothing. Not with the prospect that Curt Naylor is close. He’s watching and he’s waiting.
He’s one man on this entire fucking planet who should’ve been left to rot behind bars until his final dying breath. A man who was only in my life for a matter of months, but has had a hold on it for over a decade.
Mark my words, Killer. Someday I’ll get outta here, and that day will be your last. I’m coming for you, Hunt.
The memory of his words make me shiver. He’s out there somewhere, the promise he made me all those years ago at the forefront of my mind.
He wants me dead and I need to be ready.
The guys visited me in the hospital yesterday, grilling me about my knowledge of who the driver of the van was. I didn’t give them anything because it would’ve only bred more questions, questions I definitely didn’t want to answer.
I stifle a yawn, wondering why I’m still exhausted after three cups of coffee. I should be bouncing off the fucking walls, high on caffeine by now.
Sofia shoots daggers into the side of my head while pretending to scribble something down on the little notepad in her hand. I purposely chose this booth because it’s not one of Sofia’s stations.
She hates me.
She made that abundantly clear when she told me to go fuck myself—amongst other things—after breaking her best friend’s heart and even after almost a month, that animosity hasn’t left.
I don’t blame her for hating me, I hate myself even more for hurting Kaia.
Fuck, when I saw that van approaching us yesterday, I saw red immediately. I needed to get us away from him. I didn’t give a fuck about myself, all that mattered in that moment was keeping Kaia safe. The thought of her being hurt, the thought of losing her had me feeling something I haven’t felt in over a decade.
Fear.
Realfear. The kind that clenches tight around your heart, twists up your insides and makes you sick to your stomach. The kind of fear that brings you to your knees.
“Here’s your coffee.”
Sofia’s voice rips me from the thoughts and I look up as she drops my fourth coffee of the day down onto the table in front of me, a little of the liquid sloshing over the side onto the table.
“Didn’t think this was your station.”
“It’s not, but I wanted front row seats as Iaccidentallydropped your scolding cup of coffee on your lap and enjoy watching you squirm in pain.”
“You still planning on doing that?”
“No, I changed my mind the second I came over here.”
“What stopped you?”
“Kaia. She still loves you, and I’m not about to cause her anymore distress by giving your dick second degree burns. No matter how much you deserve it,shedoesn’t.”
“My dick thanks you, but you’re right. I do deserve it. I don’t deserve her or her forgiveness.”
“Then, I take it there was some major grovelling on your part last night,” Sof says.
“What are you talking about?”
“Kaia. You better have been down on your knees begging for her forgiveness, preferably with your head between her legs, but either way, I hope she made you work double time to win back her trust.”
I frown. “Kaia wasn’t with me last night.”
“Then why did she text me saying she was?” She pulls out her phone and taps the screen a few timesbefore handing it to me.
The message was sent last night around two hours after she left the hospital. Sof replied not long later.
I scroll down to the two texts Sof sent her this morning.
