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“You want one? I got a security run you can have, but it’s over the first of the year,” he tells me. I shake my head. No, I promised her I’d be there.
“Can’t take that one.”
“Why not?”
“Told her I’d be there for the new year.”
“Look at you makin’ plans and shit,” he laughs. I watch him walk away as I down the next drink. Maybe I can drown out the sounds of her voice in my head. The way she’d laugh, call my name, and moan.
Fuck, what the hell did that girl do to me? I can’t stop thinking about her. I don’t know if I want to.
Grabbing my keys off the counter, I stomp outside and over to my bike. I don’t give a shit how cold it is; I need to ride. I need to clear my head and refocus, and this is the only way to do that.
I pull my helmet on and climb on my bike, revving it before I take off. I shouldn’t be out here riding after I’ve been drinking, but it isn’t the first time I’ve done it.
I take the streets as quickly as the weather allows and breathe in the cold air. It’s been too long since I’ve been on my bike. With Olson, we were always in the car. I never got a chance to have her on the back of my bike, and that’s something I will have to change later. Maybe for the new year, I will get her on the back.
Still thinking about her. I can’t stop it. I don’t know if I want to. This is a fucked up mess I find myself in. I was sent to her to keep watch over her, and now I can’t get her out of my head.Where did I fuck up? Was it the first time I kissed her? Was it the first time I took her?
I take the curves a little faster than I should, but I don’t care. I need the open air. I need the cold hitting my face to get her out of my head. This is only going to end badly. I can feel it.
“Stop thinkin’ about her then, Ridge,” I tell myself as I ride harder. The more I think, the faster I go.
Even the open road can’t erase her from my mind.
22
Olson
Work has been exhausting, and nothing feels right or safe without Ridge here. I find myself looking over my shoulder more than I used to. I hate it, I hate that feeling, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Tonight, Ridge will be here. He promised me he would, and I don’t think he’d break that promise to me.
I pace around the house, waiting and waiting. When the doorbell rings, I take off running for the door, thinking he’s here, but when I throw it open, my smile fades.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Gabe.
“I needed to see you, Olson.”
“You can’t be here. You need to leave.” Where the hell is security? Why didn’t they stop him at the gate?
“I can’t do that. Don has given me orders,” he says as he eyes me up and down. I can feel the vomit rise in the back of my throat as he looks at me.
“Don? My uncle?” I ask, confused.
“I’m sorry, Olson. He has the upper hand here,” he says as he pulls out what looks to be a gun. Oh god, it is a gun. And not a fake one, either.
“What are you doing, Gabe? You don’t have to do this,” I try to plead with him.
“I do, though. He’s very persuasive,” he tells me as he lifts the gun and points it at me. All I can think is that he’s going to pull the trigger, and this is it. This is how my life ends. I’ll never see Ridge again. I’ll never get to tell him how I feel about him or how special he made me feel. I will never get to hold him or kiss him again. This feels surreal.
“Grab your coat,” he orders, but when I don’t move, he screams. “Grab your fucking coat!” I jump and reach for the hook, grabbing my coat and sliding it on before he moves in closer. The gun is pressed to the side of my head as Gabe leans in and presses his lips to mine. I almost lose it then, swallowing the bile back down. It would only piss him off more, and I don’t want him to do anything stupid with that gun.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he declares when he pulls back. Before I can register what he’s doing, he pulls his arm back and punches me. I startle and stumble back, grabbing my face in my hands as tears burn my eyes.
“Follow my orders, Olson, or it will only get worse,” he tells me. I nod my head as tears stream down my cheeks now. “Outside and in the car,” he says, motioning to the door. I walk out and over to the car, where he opens the door. I turn, ready to run, when I’m hit in the back of the head. My eyes blur, and everything becomes blurry as I blink to try and get my vision back.
“Don’t try to run,” he calmly warns as he grabs me and pulls me into the car before placing something over my eyes. He closes the door as my head spins. I can’t see straight. I don’t know which way is up at this point.
