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“She is very independent.” He walks around to the driver’s side of the car, thinking the conversation is coming to a close. I have to do this now.
“You’re done, Maxim. You and Liv… you’re over.”
“What? Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t just tell me we’re over. I like her.”
My rage boils over and I move so quickly around the front of the car, he barely has time to register I’m in front of him. Grabbing his throat and pinning him to the car, I can sense my brothers watching. I see Andre in my peripheral, his hand suddenly landing on my arm––a gentle touch. Maxim may be his man, but Andre knows me. He knows what I am capable of when I lose control.
“You like her so much you failed to ensure she would be safe when she left the club the other night. You and Liv are done. I won’t tell you again. You are not good for her, so find a way to end it.”
“I’m not good for her? And you think you are––”
“Maxim, the woman belongs to the O’Farrell’s.” I glance at Andre, his eyes darting between mine and my hand wrapped around Maxim’s throat. He’s worried I’m going to kill his man. The truth is, I might if I don’t get what I want.
“You will end things with Liv.”
“Sir, what?”
“You heard me, you and Liv are done.” He watches me for a moment longer before adding a little pressure to my arm, encouraging me to let go.
I glare at Maxim, refusing to let go until he has agreed to end things. We stare at each other for several moments, my grip tightens as my rage boils, but he doesn’t flinch. His face is getting redder, and I know he’s finding it harder to breathe.
I feel him swallow under my palm; his eyes close before giving me a small nod. I release his neck with a shove and turn, walking back into the club.
Chapter 20
Liv
“I don’t understand why… I thought we were good together, Maxim? Please tell me what I did wrong.”
“Krasivaya, I am sorry. My life is hectic and at times dangerous, you deserve more, more than I can ever offer you. We were good together, and I’m going to miss you, but this is for the best.”
I hold back the tears as Maxim places a gentle kiss on my lips then just walks out of the locker room. I can’t believe he just ended things––and while I’m at work. Granted, I’ve not answered any of his calls today, but he could have at least waited until the end of my shift before kicking me to the curb.
Just when I think things couldn’t get any worse, in walks Josie.
“You’re seven minutes late, your pay will have to be docked. I need you out on the main floor, you’ll be serving tables tonight.” She smirks at me, I’m guessing thinking she’s going to get a rise out of me.
I take a deep breath and smile. “No problem, I’ll go set up now.”
I walk past her, but just as I reach the door, I turn to look at her. “And I’m sorry I was late.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, there’s no point.
The club is slammed tonight, none of us have had a chance for a break, and my feet are killing me. I know better than to wear heels, but I’ve been so distracted I totally forgot to bring my flats.
Making my way around the bar to grab the drinks for two of my tables, Josie stops me.
“I need to you to cover the front tables as well.”
“Wait, are you serious? I’m already serving ten tables and you want me to add another eight? Where is Amber?” I don’t stop to look at her when I question her, I don’t have time.
“Listen, Olivia, I don’t know how your boss did things where you’re from, but here, when your boss tells you to do something, you just do it. I need to go serve in the VIP area tonight, so I don’t have time to keep an eye on you. Just do your job. Oh, and hurry up, the front tables have been waiting for a while now, and you wouldn’t want the O’Farrell’s finding out you aren’t capable of doing a simple job.”
I stop what I’m doing and turn, ready to have a go, only she’s already on her way up the stairs to the VIP area.
I blow out a breath, returning to the task at hand. Looks like I’m not going to get a break anytime soon.
I spend the next hour running between sections, making sure that everyone has their drinks. I copped some shit from a couple of tables at the front about how long they had to wait, but for the most part, everyone was pretty patient.
Just as I’m grabbing a couple of bottles of lager, my senses are on high alert. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my body feels electric. Someone is watching me––not just someone, Ronan. From the moment we met, my body knew when he was near or when his eyes were on me. I can sense him, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same pull I do.
