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“Because from where I’m sat, what we do keeps hurting people.”
He turns his head to look at me, his gaze surprisingly focused. “That’s because you have people. It didn’t matter before. Now, every fucking thing matters.”
He’s been shooting doubles all night, needing to forget the last six weeks, needing me back to lead us through this storm. I need to tell him it only gets worse. That what we’ve done is sell our souls to the King of Hell, and I’m not sure how we get out in one piece. If it wasn’t for Mads and the fact she’s pregnant with my kid, I’d burn it all down. Easiest solution. Total fucking annihilation.
“I ruined her faith in love.”
Travis’ statement has me turning my head. Again, my brain swirls. So,heneeds some advice. “Mollie?” I ask knowing.
Travis doesn’t reply. He sniffs before pinching his nose. “Actually you know what. Forget I said that.” I probably will given the state we’re in. “It doesn’t matter.” He shrugs as if he didn’t just finally admit how he feels about her.
“Mate?”
“No,” he holds up his hand waiting for me to pass him back the bottle, “just don’t.”
I hit the bottle into his palm, and he pushes it to his mouth, throwing his head back as he chugs the clear, harsh liquid down.
“That won’t take the pain away,” I tell him honestly.
A white van pulls up in front of us, and I look at Legs as he gives me a thumbs up. Guess this is how I get home.
“Worked for you,” Travis says throwing the now empty bottle to the floor, smashing it to smithereens. He then staggers away before I can tell him my plan to leave the club. To leave him. I think about following him, given where his head’s at, given what happened betweenthem. Their loss. Their pain. They’re living with their own demons. I’ll only make it worse if I go back inside.
Legs pips the horn, startling me. I want to slice his head off for making my brain crash against my skull.
Dragging my body to the van, I open the door and climb in, giving him a look that suggests if he wants to see tomorrow, he best drive me home. “Make sure he’s okay when you get back.” I slap the window with my palm, drawing his attention to an out-cold Beats still lying on the tarmac.
“Uh, sure, boss.” He doesn’t move. He looks at Beats through the window, then back to me, probably wondering if he should be doing something to help Beats now. We probably should, but I want my girl.
I hold my palm to the sky, trying my hardest to focus on him. “Drive,” I slur.
Before I know it, I’m back at mine, lighting another smoke before I step inside. Legs drives off, and I lean back against the wall, gazing up at the moon. Thinking.
The decisions I need to make now will set the course for my future. Jack needs his guy. We need to stop Costa and the fuckersbuying people on the black market. How the fuck I do that and survive, I can’t piece together in my drunken head. But when I do, I need to make sure we don’t mess it up. We can’t allow this to go on any longer than it already has.
The front door opens.
I turn around seeing Mads stood watching me.
There's silence. The whirring in my head stops. The fear, the doubt, it vanishes. She is my way out. “You coming in?” Her voice is tired. She needs me to sleep.
I throw my dirty habit onto the road, happy to oblige. Then I turn, stagger, and quickly realise… I’mfucked.
“Dean?” Mads rushes to me, hooking my arm over her shoulder.
“I think I drank too much.”
“No shit.”
I look down to her. “Sherlock.”
She smiles up at me. She is fucking beautiful. Glowing. The pull of her lips has my heart warming. My dick, twitching.
“Do I need to ask if you had a good night?” She guides me through the door and straight up the stairs. We go slow. I may be three sheets to the wind, but I’m still aware I need to be careful with my precious cargo.
“Travis,” I start. “He’s going to hate me for what I have to do.” Why am I saying this out loud?
“What do you have to do?” Mads asks the obvious, still guiding me.
