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ds and then shoves his plate of bacon in my direction. “If Linus is this guy’s mentor, do you think Linus knew?”
They all begin eating again.
No one asks if Ricky knew because these guys are smart. I don’t trust Ricky at all, but Linus... “No. Linus wouldn’t betray me. Not like that.” Would Linus undercut me to make a gain? Yes. Shoot me? No. “He respected my father too much for that.”
I pick up the bacon and I’m deliberate and slow as I nibble on it. “I need you guys to understand something. Even if Ricky knew about me being shot, he’s still moving me up. He still has interest in me. Let’s call a spade a spade. If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead. Whatever is going on, Ricky is investing in me and Ricky doesn’t let his investments go.”
“What are you getting at?” Isaiah asks.
Honestly? “I don’t know. Linus said it to me the other night and it just struck me as true.”
“Doesn’t mean it is,” Logan says.
Doesn’t mean it isn’t. “I think maybe Linus was hinting that I’m already in too deep to leave. That I’ll never be safe out and that my safer option is in—where he and Ricky can protect me.”
Logan tenses beside me and I can sense his quiet, brooding anger. “If we figure out a way to take care of your grandmother, will you quit?”
“But Linus is protecting—”
“Me,” he cuts me off. “You’ve mentioned that a few times. I’ll take care of me and you need to trust me on that.”
“How?” I push.
“You show me Tommy and if he’s the guy I saw, I go to the police.”
My lips shift because I don’t like that idea at all. Logan and Isaiah have this faith in the police, but people on the right side of the law make me squirm.
“I’m asking about the money,” Logan continues. “If you didn’t have to worry about the money and Ricky let you leave, will you quit?”
I own the table’s undivided attention again and I can’t help that it strikes me as funny that I’m the lone girl in this mess of muscle and testosterone. The urge is to say something crazy to make them all get that perplexed hysterical expression, but I then think of how serious they all seem and suddenly it’s tough to swallow the food in my mouth.
They care about me and that causes my system to glitch. I’m unworthy of all this emotion. I gently place my fork on the table, use the napkin to wipe my mouth then tell them the truth, “Yes, I would quit.”
Harvard gave me their card. Doesn’t mean they want me, but it could mean somebody else would. It means I might have a say in my destiny.
“But the amount of money I need to take care of my grandmother isn’t pocket change and can’t be made working at McDonald’s. I need cash and a lot of it.”
I don’t miss the long look Isaiah and Logan share and I really hate being on the outside of long glances. “Just spit it out.”
Logan leans to the left, pulls out the envelop Chris handed Logan when we stepped out of the bedroom this morning and tucks it under my plate. “This is yours.”
I go numb and it’s a cold numb. My pride bristles and my back straightens. I have a pretty good idea what’s in that envelope and it causes the muscles near the corner of my eye to twitch. “What is that?”
“My pay.” Logan pops a strawberry into his mouth. “For the past few days.”
“And mine,” adds West.
“And mine,” says Isaiah and then they all go down the line...Noah, Chris, and Ryan.
“But you need that money.” I’m looking at Noah and he drinks from his glass of water.
“You need it more.” His eyes ask me to not say anything else. To not mention that this money was supposed to be for an engagement ring for Echo. That he wanted to ask her to marry him before she left to go study in Colorado for the year.
All of them are careful not to watch me as they continue to eat. My head feels funny. Tingly. Like I’m experiencing a stroke. Linus’s voice, my father’s voice, the two of them scream at me to throw the money back at them—that they are searching to own me, to use me, but then my soul just hurts.
Hurts so much that my lips turn down and my fingers shake. Logan told me that he loved me, told me that he’d seen enough of what love wasn’t that he could figure out what love was.
I also know a lot of what love isn’t, and I know too well what being used is like. Being used is dirty and manipulative and creates this layer of shame that can never be washed away, but love...my eyes burn and I briefly close them...love must be the opposite.
