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“I belong to no man.”
I was a fool for thinking you would ever belong to me.
I nodded and started to step into the bathroom but rocked back and turned to look at her when something she once told me flashed through my mind.
I struggled with every word she’d uttered to me. Wondering if they were all lies when they’d felt real. But I remembered her anger that night. Her fierceness. Her blatant disgust at me because I worked for Mickey.
“You told me once that you wouldn’t do anything for Mickey if your life depended on it.”
Her lip curled in disdain. “I wouldn’t.”
That look and those two words told me more than anything else had since she first left.
Her mom.
Jessica would do anything for her.
Including work with the devil himself.
She had the chance to tell Mickey about Beck and me. To tell him that we were the ones who betrayed him. To prove her worth. And she hadn’t.
“I hate that I miss you when you’re not around. I hate that I feel so weak without you . . . and so vulnerable with you.”
Idiot. I was a fucking idiot.
For not realizing what was happening sooner.
For thinking I didn’t know Jessica.
For doubting that she was mine.
With a few steps, I was on the bed and my mouth was on hers.
The tips of her fingers traced my neck as she let me devour her mouth for those few seconds. When I pulled away, my name slipped from her on a sigh. “Nightshade.”
“I’ll be back for you.” I nipped at her full bottom lip and grinned when she tried to follow me. “Good night, Chaos.”
I spent the entire night and next morning searching.
Searching for signs in Jessica’s empty trailer.
Going through Mickey’s servers and phone for what felt like the hundredth time . . . only to find nothing.
I even scanned the cameras for the office building’s parking garage during the last few weeks and hadn’t found a black SUV there around the same time as Mickey.
Something nagged at me in the back of my mind . . . saying Jessica was lying.
But despite the bullshit with Mickey, I knew her.
I knew when she was real. And the girl in my old bed in the guesthouse last night had been real.
By the time I made it back to Holloway, it was nearly noon.
There was a pull inside me, leading directly toward the guesthouse. But Mickey’s car had still been parked in front of the main house. I knew I needed to play this carefully. Heading there in broad daylight when he was home and had a hit on Conor wasn’t careful.
And Beck might kill me himself.
