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But he doesn’t.
Because we’re family. And you never turn your back on family.
“When and where?”
Chapter17
Bathroom selfies? Gross
MIA
I’m detoxing, determined to resist my pimp and that sweet dopamine only she can give me. So far, getting clean is exhausting and nauseating.
Donotrecommend.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight, and it’s beyond horrifying.
Going into situations unprepared? No thanks.
But I’m going to do it. My inner pimp is caged in the dungeon of my soul. I bound, gagged, and threatened her with dismemberment if she tries to escape.
I willnottry to manage the situation with Cal tonight.
For once, I’ll let whatever happens simply happen.
No clue where Klein’s mind is. He barely showed any emotion the rest of the afternoon at the office. I’ve never seen him so reserved. It was unsettling, to say the least, making me wonder if I fried his hard drive.
Granted, I haven’t known him for very long, but he’s not hard to read.
Except today.
When I check the timeagain, another wave of disappointment catches in my throat. He’s already a half hour late. He should have been here by seven.
Maybe you should check his location,my pimp suggests.
No.
Back. To. Your. Cell.
The new leaf I’ve turned over remains face-up, basking in the sun. How can I expect Cal to trust me if I don’t prove myself to be trustworthy?
I can’t.
So I’ll just wait. If it gets much later, I’ll send a text to make sure he’s okay.
That’s what normal people do.
After another glance at the clock, my duplicitous eyes flick to my Redleg laptop on the coffee table, then travel to the other side of the room, where my personal laptop sits. With a few clicks, I could pull up his GPS location. All the Redleg vehicles are tagged, as is his company phone. With three more clicks of the mouse, I could access the phone’s camera and microphone.
And we’re not discussing what I could do with his personal cell because I’ve selectively forgotten I tampered with it.
But I’m not doing any of that.
I’m ready to graciously accept your praise for the honorable restraint I’m showing.
Kidding. I already know I deserve nothing resembling anattagirl.
After five more minutes of pacing through my house and obsessing over how shitty it feels to cleanse myself of my intel addiction, I conclude he’s punishing me already.
