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His eyes suddenly turn cold and those beautiful lips hook up into a cocky smirk.
“A good person,” he laughs bitterly. “Ella, I only stopped stamping on that piece of shit's skull because I thought he was fucking dead.”His pupils burn through mine, sending a shiver over my skin. “Everything you said about me before was right, I’m reckless. I needed to protect you and that’s the only way I know how. I’m not the person you want to be with, Ella.”
“No.” I slam my hand hard into the glass that separates us. “You’ve shown me you care, Nyx, you’ve cared about me in a way no one ever has. You fight to get out of here. Fight for us,” I beg him, but all it does is frustrate him and I watch on as he scrubs his hand over his face then tugs at his hair.
“I’m bad for you,” he manages, pulling in a long deep breath.
“You’re everything that’s fucking right for me, Nyx. And I need you out here.” I give up wiping away my tears, they’re flowing too fast. And Nyx needs to see them, he needs to know how much he’s hurting me.
“Don’t come here again, Ell. I don’t want to see you.” My heart plummets into my stomach when he hangs up the phone and stands up.
“You don’t mean that, Nyx,” I yell through the glass at him. And he stares back at me looking wounded. I wish I knew what the hell was going on inside his head.
I should tell him now, scream it out loud enough for him to hear through the glass. He’d never leave me out here alone if he knew the truth.
But I don’t know how to tell him. I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud.I feel sick just thinking about it.
“Nyx,” I say his name again, feeling any hope I came here with shatter when he turns and walks back towards the guard. “Please don’t do this,” I scream, slamming my hand into the glass again. The door opens and Nyx looks over his shoulder at me. I can see it in his eyes, even if he’s trying to hide it from me. His shoulders look like they’re carrying ton weights on them. Nyx is hurting just like I am.
“I’m sorry,” his lips move but I don’t quite hear the words and then he disappears through the steel door, leaving me out here all alone.
“What do you mean the case is dropped?” I slam my hand hard on the table that’s between me and Monica, the club lawyer. She doesn't even flinch.
“I mean, the witness withdrew her statement and the Robinsons weren’t looking at charges so there isn’t enough evidence to hold you. There isn’t gonna be a trial, Nyx.” She pushes a file full of paperwork in front of me.
“I tried to kill the motherfucker,” I point out, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
“Not according to the witness who is now claiming the attacker was a man in his late thirties, and since your alibi for that night came forward…”
“What alibi? I don’t have a fucking alibi.” What the fuck is going on here? I want to pick the table up and launch it, but it’s bolted to the damn floor.
“It’s all in the report, Nyx.” Monica rolls her eyes at me. And all I can feel is panic. This can’t be happening, I can’t be being released. I’ve got my shit together in here, I’m coping. I can’t go back out there, not where she is. I haven’t got the strength to stay away from her.
“The CCTV evidence backs up the alibi’s story, you were at the Black Pearl during the time of the attack.” She opens up the file and sure enough there’s a grey fuzzy picture of me, the date and time on the screen matching the date I set all hell loose on Luke.
“Monica,” I straighten myself up in my seat and lower my voice. “We both know, that’s horse shit. I was nowhere near that joint the night Luke got his ass handed to him. That’s old footage probably taken when I went on collections with Tac.”
“Well, I suspect you’vegot Jessie’s old lady to thank for that,” she says, a tinge ofbitterness in her tone. Monica was a certified member of the Jessie Donavon fan club before he tied himself down.
“Who's the alibi?” I ask, looking down at the photo in front of me.
“A Miss Jenna Copley, apparently you and her had relations in one of the private rooms.”
“She’s saying I fucked her? I’ve never even heard of the girl.”
“Does it matter? You're off the hook.” She snaps the file shut and stands up. “I’ve set the ball rolling for an immediate release. You get to go back to your life, Nyx.” Her words cut through me like glass as she struts on her high heels towards the door.
I don’t want to go back to a world where I can’t have Ella. In here, she’s just a fantasy, an impossibility. Out there…
“Oh, and Prez says it’s time to make Tommy talk,” she mentions as the guard opens the door.
I wait for her to leave and for the guard to escort me back to my cell before I slam my fist hard into the wall. What am I supposed to do now?
“What’s got into you?” my bunk mate asks jumping down off the top bunk.
“I’m being released,” I utter, pressing my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes. All I see is her face, all I ever see is her fuckin’ face. Soft skin, beautiful eyes, a smile that tears right through my soul and makes my heart wanna give up beating. I’m not strong enough for this.
“That’s a good thing, ain’t it?” He slaps me on the back on his way to the basin.
