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I fold my arms across my chest. “You heard him. Out!” I bark pointing at the door.
She throws her cigarette on the floor and smashes it with her shoe while muttering in Russian.
I follow her as she storms out buzzing like an angry nest of hornets. She grabs her purse off the bar. I open the door to keep this hot mess moving on out. I don’t want to argue and sure as hell don’t want to fight. I just want her to get the fuck out.
She crosses the threshold but turns back to me. “I don’t even know what he sees in you. You are ug—”
Slam! Right in her face. I lock the door for good measure. I’m so boiling angry I don’t even know where to direct it first. Sebastian’s engaged! The asshole has been romancing me, proposing to me when he’s already engaged to that painted-up piece of garbage?
My eyes burn with tears. Has he just been playing me all along?
Hide my gun so I won’t get in trouble. Treat my brother’s gun wound so he won’t get in trouble. Oooh, Mads, you’re such a rockstar.
I’m such a “Fucking idiot!” I scream into the air.
“Madison,” Nick calls out from his bedroom. “Please, come here.”
“No, I’m leaving.” I start for the stairs, but there’s another knock on the door. My hands ball into fists, if she’s come back to cause trouble, I will knock this bitch back to Siberia.
But a glance at the screen tells me it’s Tessa. I quickly wipe my eyes and open the door.
“Tessa, hey,” I say, not looking her in the eye lest she see mine filling with angry tears.
“Is everything alright, Madison?” she says, her voice filled with genuine concern.
“Yes, I’m fine. Please go see, Nick,” I say turning away. I run up the stairs, crying harder knowing it will be the last time. I can’t believe he played me like that! Was all of it lies? Was it all pure bullshit to keep me useful and distracted?
A groan of anguish bubbles up inside and erupts out of my throat. Nick and Tessa will think I’m crazy, but I don’t care. It feels as if my soul’s been raked across razor blades and then dumped in a vat of stinging alcohol. I can barely see for the tears as I search for my bags to begin packing my things. I’m throwing clothes and shoes out of the closet, unclear of what’s mine or his.
The whole time, my phone has been vibrating madly in my back pocket. I pull it out and see two missed calls from Sebastian and a text from Nick.
Please don’t go. Bash on way home. He will explain!
“Explain? Explain what?” I scream at the phone screen and hurl it against the wall. He’s been lying to me the whole time with his big bridezilla tucked away in Moscow. Motherfucker! He’s been using and manipulating me this whole time. And I fell for it like a stupid dumb ass.
I’m stuffing all my shit into my bags when Tessa knocks on the door.
“Madison…” she says, holding her cell phone out and edging toward me like I’m a deranged psychiatric patient. “Please, Sebastian asks you to please stay here.”
“Tell him to go fuck himself!” I scream. “Tell him I hope that he and his god damned bride are very happy!” I grab my stomach and collapse on the floor wailing like I’m dying inside.
Tessa is beside me with her cell to my ear. I hear Sebastian’s voice. “…everything to me. I’m so sorry, but you have to believe me. I’m going to end the betrothal, it’s over. You’re all that matters to me, Mads. Please, don’t go. Please!”
“No…” I cry. I don’t want to be persuaded by his words just so he can find new ways to fuck me over. What did I ever do to this guy to make him toy with me this way?
“Mads, ple---” his voice breaks. “Mads, I’m nothing…I can’t,” he can’t get any coherent words out and he starts swearing in Russian. Oh, God, he’s really upset. Good, that’s what he deserves for making a goddamn fool out of me.
I grab Tessa’s phone. “Good-bye you lousy two-timing RAT BASTARD!” I hurl her phone too, but fortunately it bounces on the bed remaining intact.
“Sorry,” I say in my hysterics.
“You’re too angry and upset to drive,” she tries to reason with me. “Please wait for him.”
That’s when it occurs to me that he’s been providing my transportation this whole time. I’ll have to carry all of my bags on the subway. Screw that! I’m taking the damn car to get home and then I’ll strap a brick to the pedal and send his precious Porsche over a fucking cliff.
Ignoring Tessa, I grab my bags and haul them out of the room. I struggle to get down the stairs with the heavy load. When I reach the bottom, I see Nick leaning against the doorway of his bedroom, he looks ghastly like he’s about to pass out. “Madison, please let Bash explain.”
“What are you doing out of bed?” I turn to Tessa. “What’s he doing out of bed?”
