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Fresh pain slashes at me, and I know I have to go. Without knowing when I'll see her again. "I don't know what made you think that I was a good guy. Don't wait for me to do the best for you. Maybe if I loved you a little bit less, I could put you first. But you're notthe firstin my life. You're the only. Don't you ever forget that." Her shoulders shake with an eruption of wracking sobs.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her until the gasps stop, and my shirt is drenched with the evidence of her agony, and hers holds the only tears I ever shed over a woman.
Finally, when there's nothing left, I pull away, my thumb brushing away a tear teetering on her eyelash. I drop one last kiss on her forehead.
Chapter 51
Matthias
"Wehaveeverything,"Dmitriksays, opening the folder and spreading the contents over my desk.
My eyes scan the scattered papers and pictures on the table. It makes me sick just looking at it. But that's exactly how I should feel. Only a heartless fucker could do these things and walk around like he doesn't give a shit.
"You ready to go tonight?" I ask. I want this done as soon as possible.
"You know I am." Dmitrik's face is a picture of disgust. He wants to take this asshole down as much as I do.
I nod. It's now or never. "Okay. Pick me up at ten. That should give us enough time."
**
We sit in the dark of Patrick's living room for almost an hour before we hear muffled chatter outside the apartment door.
Keys drop and someone giggles. Probably not Patrick. There's some fumbling, and then the door flies open. He had a harder time getting into his own apartment than we did.
Being cocky, and probably cheap as fuck, he has the barest of security systems. Getting past the lobby was even easier. When you have a recognizable face, you can convince anyone that you're meant to be there.
And now we wait.
I let him stumble around for a little after the lights don't turn on as they should when they reach the living room.
"Stupid fucking light," he grumbles. "Oh well, who needs light?"
"Works for me," the female voice says. Not half as drunk as he sounds. She's either being paid to be here, or she's going to be leaving with some things that he didn't know he was giving away.
I wait until they fall onto the couch, and fumble around for a minute before I flick the light on.
"What the fuck?" he shouts, covering his eyes instead of bothering with his unzipped pants.
"Hello Patrick."
He scrambles to his feet when he realizes it's me, snuffling like a warthog, his eyes already filling with fear. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?"
I smile, cold and thin. "You know what, I get asked that a lot. I must keep showing up where I'm not wanted. You must know what that's like, not being wanted."
The woman gets to her feet, watching the scene play out with a look of amusement on her face.
"Right, miss?" I say to her.
And she just shrugs. "I don't know him that well."
I pick a photograph off the pile sitting in front of me on the coffee table and slide it across to her. It's a picture of Clarissa's bruised temple. I can't look at it for too long if I don't want to end this whole thing too fast by pushing him off his balcony. "If you don't want to end up with one of those, I suggest you get out of here while you can."
She pales, probably wondering what might have happened to her tonight. And that's just it. He looks harmless. Those are always the worst ones.
"I... I'm just working," she admits.
"I know. It's okay. You're not doing anything wrong." I cock my head and Dmitrik steps out of the shadows. "Can you help the lady and make sure she didn't waste her time here? And get Kevin to take her where she needs to go."
