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Slowly, I come to as Joey fans my face.
I passed out again?
“Kaylie, wake up,” she urges as she sits me up, leaning me against the kitchen cupboard. Upon opening my eyes, my body shakes, and I lick at my dry lips. “That’s my girl. C’mon, I’m taking you to the doctor,” she tells me as she stands, pulling me up with her.
“No. I’m fine, Joey. I just need to get some sleep.”
“And something to eat would help.”
Scrunching up my face, I shake my head. “No, thanks, just sleep,” I say as we walk toward my room. “Is he gone?”
She nods. “I think so. Babe, this isn’t healthy… for either of you.”
“I know,” is all I can reply as she helps me into bed.
My body is still riddled with frantic shaking as she pulls the covers over me.
Sleep.
I just need to sleep.
CAIN
My anger bubbles over the surface as I groan out loud.
Hearing Makaylie being physically ill because of me only makes my anger step up a few more fucking notches. Slamming the door to my apartment open, I storm down the short hall. My temper flares, and I reach out, sliding my hands along the table lining the hall that holds paperwork and small trinkets. Everything scatters through the hall. The trinkets collide with the floor, smashing into pieces as the papers all flurry, slowly falling as they swoop through the air following my fit of rage.
Walking to the end of the hall, I ball my hand into a fist and slam it hard into the drywall, my knuckles going straight through the white wall. My knuckles sting, aching from the new hole I’ve created in my wall, but I don’t care as I pant and heave, trying to calm myself down. Pulling my fist from the drywall, little bits of wall crumble and fall to the floor. My head feels slightly better for letting off some steam, but then the annoyance creeps back in that I made a mess of my previously spotless apartment.
I turn to the living room, and Rodberg’s standing there, arms crossed over his chest, in his white briefs, staring at me with a slight smirk. He tilts his head and shrugs. “Love what you’re doing with the place.”
I push past him to sit on the sofa. “Fuck off.”
“Didn’t go well then, I assume?” I grunt in response. “Had a phone call while you were out.” Turning to look at him, I raise my brow. “Zorko found his nephew. Apparently, he’s not as upset as we first thought he would be.”
I rub the back of my neck and listen. “What does that mean?”
“His nephew wasn’t his favorite person. That’s why he was okay with sending him to us as a trial to see how we’d react. Zorko thought we would send him back unharmed, but from what Alfie said, Zorko was impressed with the Bachelors’ tenacity to carry through on their threats and not back out because of who a person is.”
“Well, that’s interesting. I guess we have to set up a meet with Zorko to see where we go from here.” I scrub my face and run my fingers through my hair.
Rodberg sighs, taking a seat next to me on the sofa. “Look, man, I know Makaylie is a total fucking babe and all…” I glare at him, and he winces but continues, “And I know you’re struggling with letting go. I mean, you never get dumped—”
“That’s not what this is, Rodberg. I’m not chasing her because she’s the first to break up with me. I’m chasing her because… I fucking love her.”
His eyes open wide, and he shakes his head slightly. “In this world you live in, brother, love is dangerous.”
“I know.”
He exhales, slapping my shoulder. “Fuck! I hope you know what you’re doing, Cain. There’s only so much I can help you with.”
The position he holds with the Bachelors is of no help. Fuck! He’s a soldier. So what the hell protection is he?
“I know. I got this,” I tell Rodberg, standing up from the sofa and heading toward my bedroom to send Makaylie another text.
Maybe this time, she will answer.
Two Weeks Later
