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“You’re … you’re garbage, you know that?”
“I’m a Mavin. I get what I want, and what I want is you out of my daughter’s life.”
He stands in front of me, never breaking eye contact, daring me to respond. I can’t. I have nothing to counter his threat. Maybe if it was just him, I might be enough. I might be able to explain it to her and convince her he’s the lowest piece of scum on earth. But her mother? Her brother? Staying with her would take them away from her. I can’t do that.
“Do we have a deal?” he asks.
I feel my heart drop into my stomach. I’ve heard the lyrics we’ve put in our records about heartbreak and longing, but I never really gave those feelings much thought. And I damn sure didn’t think I’d feel them with Cece. I finally got my head out of my ass, she gave me a chance, and somehow, we got together. I never thought in a million years that I’d lose her as soon as I got her. But if it’s between her happiness or mine, I’ll choose hers. Always.
I nod, and it feels like I have five hundred pounds sitting on top of me. “Fine.”
“I expect it to be taken care of by the end of this weekend.”
Through the pain and anger, I stare at him in confusion. “How the hell am I supposed to do that? You want me to end our relationship and do it within four days?”
“That’s none of my concern. All I care about is that you end it.” He finally walks away toward the driver’s side of his car. Before getting in, he glances back at me, waiting for my response.
“What … what do I even say? I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” he tells me over the top of his car. “I don’t care what you say as long as she believes you.”
My hands clench. I don’t know if the expression on my face conveys the amount of disgust that’s bubbling up inside. “I hate you,” a low growl comes out.
“I don’t care whether you hate me or not. All I care about is what’s best for my daughter.”
After getting into his car, the valet shuts the door for him, and he drives away, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I, on the other hand, wrap my fingers around the steering wheel as soon as I get in my car, letting out a guttural scream.
Driving home, the hatred and abhorrence over everything finally overflows. As soon as I enter the apartment, I grab the small end table next to the door, flinging it across the room. It crashes into a wall, breaking, and I let out another scornful scream.
“Whoa, whoa!” Adam calls out, stepping out from the hallway. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
My chest heaves. I look around, unsure what to even do with myself. Leaning against the wall the table was at, I start to slide down to the floor. I try to control my breathing, and all of the hate begins to be replaced with pain. Bringing my elbows to my knees, my hands hold my face.
“Maddox, what the hell is going on?”
Looking over my fingers, I stare up at Adam. The pain is being mixed with guilt now, knowing what I have to do. My voice cracks as I whisper, “It’s over.”
