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I was torturing myself.
When I caught myself daydreaming about him—I avoided thinking of him.
But every night in my dreams, I was back in his arms. Back in his bed. With him inside of me, and his breath soft against my ear.
Pure torture.
Would Hawk have news about him?
Did I even want to know how he was doing?
You are a weakness I can’t afford.
That was what he said. Not that he didn’t love me—even though he never said he did.
But he was a man.
Not a hopeless romantic like myself.
He’d kissed me goodbye, but ultimately, he was the one who sent me away.
Maybe it was only sex for him—the thrill of the forbidden—unlike for me.
Because I fell in love with my blue-eyed devil. Head over heels, no holds barred.
At least, that’s what I was suspecting after all the soul-searching and moping around I was doing.
Or maybe it was just infatuation. My feelings heightened in the aftermath of the emotional turmoil I went through.
I shook my head. How would I even start to entangle the one from the other? I couldn’t. And it wouldn’t make a difference anyhow.
We never had a chance, not with the way we started, not with our families being mortal enemies.
I rubbed at the pain in my chest.
It was time to move on.
I stood, then headed out of my room.
I needed to cut my ties to him, and that meant Hawk’s frequent visits had to come to an end, as well.
I walked down the stairs and knocked on my father’s office door before entering.
Nobody was inside, but the door leading outside was open, the curtain moving in the wind.
I crossed the room but stopped when I heard my father’s voice.
“I need to know what happened to her over there. Because something bad did—she’s completely altered. Quiet. Withdrawn. And she refuses to talk about it,” my father said.
Hawk remained silent. Hawk was Gabe’s friend, wasn’t he? I’d witnessed their mutual respect. So how much did Hawk know, and what would it take to get him to talk?
Would Craig Donnelly, the most powerful man of the Irish Mafia in the US, owing you a favor, be enough?
And what would happen to Gabe if my father knew?
Gabe had enough enemies; he didn’t need my father added to the list.
I stepped through the door. “Hello.”
