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I nod toward the exit.
“We should go. I have a call to make.”
He rolls his eyes as we head out of the bar and back to my office to set things in place.
The venue may have changed, but the game continues. My little victim won’t know what hit her.
CHAPTER20
ALLEGRA
Iam never leaving this apartment again. Ever. In fact, I’m not leaving this room because my brother will be home soon, and I can’t look him in the face. I can never look anyone in the face ever again because what the fucking hell was Shade thinking?
As soon as I got home, I fled to the shower to scrub that man from my skin. How could he treat me like that after being so amazing? It was as if I was no longer required, and he dismissed me like a common whore. Then I get home and there was a parcel waiting for me with ten thousand dollars inside. The note merely saying,
To replace the blood money. I hope it was worth it.
I feel so cheap. So used and so worthless. It’s as if this is payment for services rendered and not the most beautiful experience of my life.
As I sob on the bed surrounded by thousands of dollar bills, I wonder if I should snap a shot and post this to my fucking Instagram feed because it can’t be much worse than the photos staring back at me.
I am so angry I could take his gun and murder him in cold blood like he did that gruesome man.
I look like a fucking whore for the whole world to see. I appear wrecked and the hickies on my neck and down my front disgust me. My hair is all over the place and my mascara is streaked down my face.
There’s the one at the meal where I appear happy and excited. Obviously smiling for the camera before the storm hit. Then there are the messages from my mom and my apparent response.
I scream into my pillow with mortification.
Fuck you.
I can’t believe he sent that.
I was almost afraid to listen to her voicemail, and I was right. She is apoplectic and told me to call her immediately because she,‘has a lot to say young lady.’
Those were her words, but what the hell am I going to say to her?
The door slams and I hear footsteps beating a path to my door. Before I can jump up and lock it, it bursts open and my brother roars, “Fuck, Ally! What the hell are you on?”
I lift my tear-streaked face from the pillow and catch his amazed expression as he stares at the money all over my bed.
“Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is.” He sounds horrified, and I snap, “For services rendered. Is that what you think?”
I am so angry and sit up and yell, “Don’t you fucking lecture me because this, asshole, is my life’s savings that I withdrew to save your ass and look where it got me.”
His eyes widen and he turns ashen as he sits heavily on the edge of the bed and says, “What are you talking about?”
Between sobs, I tell him about the threats and what happened in the alley, and he says wretchedly, “Fuck, Ally. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How could I?” I sob on his shoulder as his strong arms wrap around me.
“You were the big star; the man of the hour and any hint of scandal could have destroyed it all. I dealt with it. I’m still dealing with it, and I don’t need your judgmental attitude right now.”
He strokes my hair and hugs me hard and whispers, “I’m so sorry, conker.”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” I yell, dissolving into tears and giggles at the same time.
He shakes his head and mutters, “The fuck I know what to do.” Which makes me laugh before crying even harder, causing him to say in alarm, “Maybe you should go home to mom. She’ll know what to do.”
