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“Colt-”
“No. Hannah, I need to say this. Please. Please just let me.” I clench her hands in mine, my vision blurring. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long, when you showed up at my gate, everything came flooding back. Those feelings I’ve tried to forget, the feelings I never could forget. I left you behind, but not once did I ever let go, baby girl. I never let go.”
My shoulders square up as the sunshine meets the edge of the deck. My body feels like a thousand razor sharp axes have been thrown at my chest.
“You have to understand I was desperate. You know that, right, baby girl? You know that?” I squeeze her hands, staring into her eyes, waiting for something… anything. “You know I would do anything for you.”
She just sits and waits with a blank look. I try another squeeze, gripping her hands so tight a knuckle cracks and she pulls back. A cold, chilling stare penetrates right through me.
“Hannah. There is no mechanic coming. I never went to see a mechanic the other day. Such thing doesn’t exist.”
Her mouth opens, ever so slightly. “I-it doesn’t? Then… then what? Colt?”
I close my eyes. “I kept you here as long as I could so I could win you over. So I could prove I’m worthy of your love. I only did it because of that, I swear. You love me now, Hannah. Youloveme.”
She shuffles to the edge of the step, a thunderous frown splitting her expression. “… only did what?”
I swallow hard.
“I cut your fuel line.” The words hurt, but not nearly as much as the look on Hannah’s face. “I wanted you to stay and it left me with no choice. You can’t start your car because I tampered with it, Hannah. I’m so,sosorry”
I take a deep breath and watch as Hannah storms inside and slams the door in my face.
It’s nothing less than what I deserve.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Hannah
Theslammingofthedoor isn’t enough.
I force my way inside, fists clenched by my side as I storm across the room without really knowing what I’m doing.He cut the fuel line?Cut the fucking fuel line?!
I’m burning red, pacing across the floorboards. My head is an absolute mess. The table is set, cutlery laid out for two places, empty plates resting in the middle below some coffee mugs. A candle sits in the middle of the table, not lit yet, but a small box of matches lays beneath.
“ARGH!”
My heavy legs carry me to the edge of the table, and with a scream, I swipe across the surface, sending the plates smashing to the ground. Shiny, silver knives slide across the floorboards, spiraling in violent circles until they collide with the wall. I hear the door open behind me as I reach across for another go at the mugs that remain on the table.
A sudden gust of cool air irritates the hairs on the back of my neck and a loud scream has my arm stopping just short of sending the mugs to the same fate at the broken plates scattered on the floor.
“Hannah! Please!”
I snatch one of the mugs in my fist and spin around. “NO! Get away from me, Colt!”
I throw the mug across the room, narrowly missing Colt’s face. It smashes on the door behind him and I’m reaching behind me for the second one, ready to take aim.
“Hannah! Calm down, please… Just talk to me.”
“Controlling asshole! You can’t just do that!” My throat burns. “Cut my fucking fuel? Are you serious, Colt? Are you fucking serious?!”
I’m shaking so much when I storm across, I drop the mug. It shatters and breaks, but I don’t care. I stumble and the emotion forcing me forward almost makes me fall into Colt’s filthy, betraying arms.
My body is simmering, veins pulsing with wrath and a violent fury that I didn’t know existed.
“You want to talk, Colt? Fine. Let’s talk.” I slam a hand into his chest. He doesn’t flinch despite my best efforts. Goddamn. “Do you even know what it’s like, having your entire life controlled?”
He shakes his head, eyes alarmed and shaken.
