“Doubt it, there’s a little panic in your tone. A bit of desperation you don’t normally have.”
“All right, fuck off Hero, and stop psychoanalyzing me. Evie’s pulling her same shit and I...” my words trailed off, not even able to come up with a lie.
Evie wasn’t pulling any shit—I was.
All she wanted was to tell everyone we were together.
I rubbed at my chest, a dull ache starting there.
Were we even together? It’s not like we talked about it, and we weren’t exactly in a normal situation.
“Don’t even yell at me, go yell at her,” Hero said. “Evie’s a damn handful, but if there’s one person who can calm her down, it’s you. And don’t even give me any of the bullshit you give Rook, obviously you two are messing around or something, and you somehow fucked it up.”
My mouth dropped open when I turned to him. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m not stupid and I watch things. Don’t even insult me by pretending I haven’t noticed you pining after her the entire time I’ve known you. And don’t insult me further by pretending you two haven’t started something the past few months.”
One side of my mouth quirked up. “Technically, we didn’t start anything months ago. She blackmailed me and I crumbled under the pressure.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, it’s pathetic. She literally gave me the smallest opening and I went for it immediately.”
“God, I love that woman,” he said, making me freeze. “Oh relax, lover boy, I can love a woman and not want to put my dick in her. I respect the hustle, though. But that explains even less why you are still standing here.”
“I told you, I don’t even know where she went.”
“And she went in your car, dumbass. You can track your own car.” He shook his head as I pulled out my phone. “Love really does make people stupid. I don’t understand why people do it.”
The app loaded and I cursed the moment I saw where my car was parked.
“Fucking asshole,” I mumbled, and Hero looked over my shoulder.
“Oh shit,” he said. “What are you going to do about that? You can’t exactly kill the guy.”
“And why the fuck not?”
“Because it would destroy our business, obviously,” Hero said, the words almost a question.
“You know what? I’ve been worried about ruining everything for weeks. I suddenly don’t give a shit.”
Hero laughed, never taking anything seriously. “Well, I’m sure we will find a way to rebuild. You better hurry. She’s probably already getting up to his penthouse by now.”
I spun, racing back inside and pulling my bike out, not bothering to answer any questions as I peeled out.
Heading right to Asher’s place and right to Evie.
While Valeport was at least a twenty-minute drive, I made it in ten. I parked the bike without a thought of how I made it there, my body on autopilot.
Asher already knew I was there.
I had zero doubts he had watched me pull up and stomp my way to his private elevator with a stupid grin on his face.
The doors opened and I stepped inside the penthouse. Theentire place oozed money from the velvet walls to the marble floors. Asher liked money and he liked to show it off even more—nothing stopped him from flaunting what he had.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror along his hallway, and all I could think was how rough I looked compared to this place.
My dark-blond hair was a mess, blood and tattoos coated my arms. My shirt was dirty from working all day and the edge to my face looked like I was here to commit murder.
