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Mollie waits for my eyes to open. I can’t see her clearly for the tears swimming like puddles. “What can I do?”
Her lips part as she goes to speak, then looking over my shoulder, every feature on her face stiffens.
“That’s enough!”
I spin on my heels seeing Travis storming towards us. “This aint fucking happening!”
“Travis, wait!”
He ignores my shout, stepping past me towards Mollie. “You need to go,” he says, his shoulders broad, his chest puffed out. “Do what you’re being paid to do, then leave. You got no business coming here.”
Mollie frowns. “I told him I don’t need his money.”
“Ah, that’s right. Mr Big Bollocks keeps you nice and sheltered in that fancy high rise of his.”
The sound of Mollie’s palm connecting against the side of Travis’ cheek makes my eyes widen.
“You need to do that every time we see each other?” Travis riles, smiling and cupping where his skin must be stinging.
“Stop acting like an arsehole, then I won’t have to. Outlaw or not, I’m not fucking scared of you, Travis.”
I step forward, making sure Travis can see me. What difference it’ll make, I’m not sure.
“Whatever you’re trying to achieve here, it won’t work,” he angrily chides at her, his jaw clenching when he’s finished.
I look at Mollie as she replies. “I stayed because Dean asked me to. I’m not trying to achieve anything—except saving your president from living the rest of his life behind bars.”
And that’s when I feel the wavering in my chest, the tightening in my lungs as I try to breathe. As if a stampede were trampling all over me, I feel caught under the weight of a possible future. A future without Dean.
A future without my VP.
My aching legs fail to hold me as black spots prick in my head.
“Mads!” Travis shouts. I feel his arms catch me before I fall to the ground.
When I wake, the three of us are inside the house. A cold tea towel is flush against my head, my legs slightly raised where I lay on the sofa. “She’s waking up,” I hear Mollie say.
“No thanks to you—”
“Enough.” My voice is soft where my head is pounding. Their bickering won’t help.
Mollie strokes my arm by my side. “I think we need to take you to the walk-in centre, Mads.”
“No, I need to take her to the other end of the fucking country, then get back here ASAP.”
“That’s unrealistic, Travis,” Mollie says. Relief fills me momentarily. “She needs to been seen by a doctor before she goes anywhere.”
Sitting upright, I take the towel from my head and try to stand. I wobble, my head spiralling.
“Woah, steady,” Travis says.
“Come on.” Mollie hooks her arms under mine to hold mesteady. “I’ll drive you there.”
“Fuck,” I hear Travis mutter as we walk towards the door. I hear him grab his keys. “I’ll ride behind.”
We pull up outside the walk-in clinic just on the outskirts of the city. The sky is dark, the air heavy and cold. Travis pulls up next to Mollie’s car.
“I’m sorry.”
