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I’d break.
“You can’t leave,” I whispered, throat flicking. My voice had gotten fucking tight, and I swallowed that shit away. “You can’t, and I’m begging you to let our parents handle this.”
This was the hardest thing I could ever fucking say or do. Not searching would kill me, but I couldn’t worry about Ares too. He couldn’t go AWOL, go off the grid too. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
I was already hanging on by a thread.
I was dying inside just like he was, and he knew that. It might not be in the same way, no…
But it was there.
The absence of Noa Sloane was affecting both of us, and I needed him to be here right now. I needed that for him, his parents, and to give me and the other guys peace of mind. I wasn’t the only one not sleeping and laboring each night. Wells, Thatcher, and I were up at all hours.
My gaze clashed with my buddy’s, his throat working too. Color charged his face. “I can’t wait forever.”
I didn’t expect it. I think it was a matter of time for all of us. We could only sit on our hands for so long. “I know but just give it a little time.”
“How long?”
I didn’t have the answer to that, shrugging. “Just give them a chance. A fair one.”
His head lowered. I thought he’d fight me more, but when he nodded, I finally got to fucking breathe again.
In silence, the pair of us cleaned up the garage together, but I knew my friend. He was letting this all be squashed, but only for now.
This wouldn’t be the end of this conversation.
Chapter Seven
From: [email protected]
Subject: Today
So, I don’t know if you’re getting fucking emails, but at this point, I’m desperate since you’re not talking to me. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want to, or you can’t. I’d like it to be the latter, but I know us.
I know you.
I don’t know if you’re okay. I don’t know if you’re good, but I’m a hopeless fuck so here we are. I can’t give up.
I refuse.
I thought a lot about what I’d say to you if I knew you’d see this message. In fact, I thought about it so much I’ve rewritten this email about three times. I honestly thought it’d be a bunch of fucking angsty shit where I bleed my heart out and just hope to hell you’d get back to me. It started that way the first three times until I settled on this. I know exactly what I’d want to say to you if I knew you’d read it.
I’d tell you about your dad.
Your father, Ramses Mallick, is my god dad. I have a total of four and out of all of them, he’s the one I’ve never once seen lose his cool. The man’s patient to a fucking fault and literally takes anything that comes at him with a smile on his face. I wouldn’t mistake that for weakness, though. All my godfathers are badass and would be quick to knife a motherfucker if they deserved it. They’d do it to protect their family, and what’s nice and unique about your dad is he’d never even have to lift the knife.
He’s just that badass.
Your dad’s a talker, a peacemaker. He could make his greatest enemy fall to his feet, but the thing is, it’d never be with a threat. Ramses is just a good dude, kinder than shit, and is quick to pull the shirt off his back to help others. He’s a fighter and a lover, and your mother, Brielle, wasn’t an easy case from what I understand. In fact our parents joke a lot about how Ramses had to pull out so many stops to prove to her they could be something great. He fought for her, and he won, struggle be damned. Wolf is a lot like his mom, your mom.
But I feel like you’re a lot like your dad.
I could go on and on about how and why, but I’d like you to come back and figure that out yourself. Your dad, Ramses, asks me every day one question. He asks it knowing the answer. He asks it despite the pain he knows it will cause him. He wants to know if I’ve heard from you, no more, no less, and even though I tell him no every day, he still asks. He doesn’t give up.
Like I said, he’s a fighter.
