"Remy—are you absolutely sure?" she asked again her face still skeptical.
"Will you leave today if I can guarantee you I'll have the money wired to you by tomorrow?"
She nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Then I'm sure, beautiful." I nodded confidently.
Tears sprung to her eyes. "Why do you wanna do this?" she whispered.
"I love you, silly. Duh." I smiled gently.
Emotion flooded her face before she let out a watery laugh and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you too. Nobody has ever…” she stopped, swallowing hard before trying again. “Nobody’s ever tried to help me carry my life before.”"
I wrapped my arms around her tighter kissing her temple. "I told you to trust me. I got you. We're going to get through this together."
She nodded against my neck.
"Look at me, beautiful." She withdrew her head and looked at me with those big brown eyes which were glistening with tears. I thumbed her tears away gently. "No more secrets, alright?"
Gianna nodded. "No more secrets, baby."
Chapter 34
"Gianna is no longer at Siren House, Bishop."
I held the phone to my ear, frozen in place. "What?"
Madam sighed softly. "She's gone. Stopped by yesterday and told me she won't be back."
My stomach dropped. "Did she say why?" I asked carefully.
Madam paused for a few seconds. "No," she said simply.
So…she didn’t say shit to Madam. Just left.
Fuck.
I scared her off. I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to see her. And now she was just…gone.
Nah…it couldn’t just end like that.
"Bishop?" Madam said.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah?"
"This is for the best. You are a valued client at Siren House. I would like to keep you as a member as long as moving forward you understand the core principles."
"No attachments. No entanglements," I replied gruffly.
"Thank you." She paused before continuing. "Now, if you're interested, Monroe has some availability this weekend."
I paused in thought. Before Gianna, I would've said yes without hesitation. Monroe was beautiful. Skilled. Knew exactly how to cater to a man’s ego without making it obvious. But now—all I could think about was Gianna. The way she looked at me in that restaurant with fear and disappointment. The way she said it was over with that finality in her tone. That shit hurt my heart.
Madam must’ve sensed my hesitation because she spoke again softer this time. “Bishop…”
I dragged my hand down my face tiredly. “Book it.” The words tasted hollow coming out.
“Very well,” Madam replied smoothly. “Saturday evening? 8 p.m.”
