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I glance at the gloomy weather out the window, then back to him. “The fuck you talking about?”
“Two apologies in as many minutes. Surely, it means the weather’s about to turn or something.”
“Har, har.” I sink deeper into the settee. “You’re full of witticisms, aren’t you?”
“Someone’s got to lighten the mood. Not that you deserve an iota of lightheartedness in your life right now.”
I lower my chin to my chest. “I deserve that, and more. You should hear the reaming Zara gave me when I finally regained consciousness after the surgery. She didn’t give a fuck that I almost lost my life. Well, she did. She even allowed herself to cry tears of relief that I was okay. Then she wiped the moisture off her cheeks and proceeded to tear me a new arsehole.”
He winces. “Ouch, not very pleasant.”
“Especially not when you’re still woozy with anesthetics.” I lock my fingers over my stomach. “I could have done with some tender loving care right about then, only—"
“She wasn’t there.”
“Yeah. Zara told me she stayed until the doctors confirmed I was going to be okay. Then, the two of them had a quick catch up, where she told Zara she was now my ex-fiancée, and she needed time and space to figure things out. Then she left.”
“Surely, not a surprising outcome, considering how much of a twat you’ve been to her.”
“Only I told her that I—" I glance away. “That I—"
“That you love her,” he says gently.
“Yeah.”
“And you think just because you told her, she should forgive everything you did to her? After how you turned her life upside down?”
I flinch, keep my gaze averted.To be honest, the thought had crossed my mind, yes.Clearly, I’m more of a prick than I gave myself credit for.
He sees the look on my face and shakes his head. “You have a thing or two to learn about women.”
I shoot him a disbelieving look. “And you’re the one to teach it to me, I suppose?”
He laughs. “Not me, but them.”
“Who?”
The front door swings open, and JJ walks in, followed by Sinclair and Michael.
“Oh, fuck, that’s all I need—the three wise men, coming here to give me a sermon, no doubt.”
JJ’s eyebrows slash down. “You motherfucking douchebag. You should be grateful you get a chance to learn at the feet of the masters.”
I scoff, then shake my head.I’m going to change. That’s my promise to myself, since I woke up and found her gone, remember? Not that it’s going to be easy. Not that I want to be told just how much of a worm I am—believe me, I know it—and not by these men who’ve found their soulmates and are fucking happy with their lot, and… I’m sodding envious of them.The realization sinks in, and it must show on my features, for JJ snorts.
“Exactly, you shitstain, now you get why you should be zipping it and listening to what we have to say.”
I raise my hands. “I’ll hold onto every word.”
Michael snorts, then trains those dark eyes on me. The menace emanating from him reminds me the ex-Mafia Don is not to be trifled with.
“Thank you for your help taking care of that bastard.”
He tilts his head. “He’s being kept alive until you get a chance to decide on his fate.”
Yeah, that scum-of-the-earth stalker is in the hospital, being guarded by cops who are on JJ’s payroll. Despite being bashed over the head with a skillet and thrown down the fire escape, the motherfucker survived. Not for long, though. Once I’m well enough, I plan to finish off the job. JJ also made sure the police wouldn’t bother Abby about it. It’s the least I could do for her, after all.
Sinclair, who headed to the kitchen when they arrived, comes back with a tray filled with mugs. Steam swirls from their contents.
