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“I wasn’t. I was close though. I dealt with the hospital and made it look that way. I couldn’t let anyone know that I was alive,” he says breaking my heart in two. I keep my eyes clenched shut so that they think I’m still asleep, but I listen.
“That was pretty fucked up don’t you think? We all thought you were dead Dominic!”
“And I’m sorry for that. I didn’t think there was any other way. Everyone had to think I was dead or I wouldn’t have been able to get close enough to the bosses to finish this.”
“This is so fucked up,” Vin says. I can imagine him running his hand through his hair.
“Indeed it is, but I did what I had to do.”
“Was hurting me part of what you had to do?” I ask opening my eyes and looking straight at him.
“You were never to be hurt, Eva. That wasn’t what I wanted,” he says.
“But you hurt me anyway. You let me think you were dead.”
“I had my reasons.”
“I hate you.”
“You’re angry,” he says trying to fix this. He can’t fix this.
“I’m pissed! I buried you!”
“And moved on to my friend,” he says nodding toward Vin. My heart shatters in my chest as I shake my head.
“It isn’t like that.”
“What?” Vin snaps looking at me. I move my gaze from Dom to his and back again.
“I understand, Eva. You needed someone. Didn’t even let my body turn cold, did you?”
“This isn’t on her. I made the first move, Dominic.” His eyes turn to meet his friends as he nods his head.
“I figured as much, but I’m here now and unless she plans to divorce me, you aren’t touching her again.”
“And you think I’d let you near me? you’re a fucking liar! You pretended to be dead, Dominic!” I yell. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up as he looks between the two of us.
“So are you admitting to wanting Vincent?”
“I’m not admitting anything.”
“Evangeline?” Vin questions as my heart shatters.
“Seems you two need some space,” Dom says shoving out of the chair he’d been sitting in. I watch him walk across the room before opening the door and walking out. My jaw drops open as I stare at the open door.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Acting as if I mean nothing to you?” he asks.
“Because compared to him, you don’t.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, Vin! I thought he was dead! I told you over and over that I couldn’t do that to him and I still can’t.”
“My lips have been on yours. I’ve tasted your tears, Eva,” he pleads.
