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“You need to hurry up and choose, Op,” Blizzard said, shaking his head. “You know she’d stay in a second if you just admit how you feel.”
“She’s already on the DePalma’s radar. We don’t know who’s watching us. I need to keep as far away from her as possible. It’s the only way that she might possibly be left alone.”
He shook his head again and headed for the door. “Cool, I’ll go see if she wants to come up to my room then. Maybe that will throw them off the scent even more.”
Just hearing him say the words made me both want to vomit and smash his head in. I tightened my lips and gripped the side of my desk so hard I thought it may actually crumble in my hands.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“And you’re a dumbass.”
All I could do was stare as he closed the door behind him. I knew he wasn’t going to go after Chelsea. Not only was Blizzard my VP, but he was also my best friend. As cliché as it sounds, a lot of the time he knew me better than I knew myself, as he’d just proven.
My head told me I was doing the right thing. Being associated with me left her wide open. People would target her, just so they could get to me so I pushed her away, keeping her at a distance. I should just let her leave the club, but then my heart throws in his two cents and I can’t bear the thought of not having her near.
I was tearing myself in two—a jagged rift splitting me down the center.
I knew I was hurting her.
I was hurting me too.
One day things were going to tear completely, and I’d be left with a decision to make. Tell her how I feel and risk someone taking her from me forever, or let her leave and crush the both of us but keep her safe.
I looked to my left and found my father’s picture taking pride of place in the center of my office wall.
“I wish you were here,” I whispered. “Fuck, do I wish you were here.”
