Page 51 of Vow to Me

I take a large gulp from the bottle of whiskey I’m holding to swallow the bile that claws up my throat at the thought.

I hear the door to the roof click open and a quiet curse from behind me. Great, just what I fucking need.

Marco and Alec take a seat on either side of me, and I inwardly groan.This better not be a fucking intervention.

“Fuck Marco, I knew it had to be bad when it was you who called me, but I didn’t fucking expect this,” Alec says.

“I fucking told you, asshole. We need him to get his head on straight.”

“We need to take him out to get him laid, or burn all the bitch’s clothes, that will help, right? Or we could get him a voodoo doll that looks like her for him to stick pins in.”

“Why the fuck did I call you?” Marco groans.

“Have you found her yet? Have you killed her yet? That’s the punishment for treachery in your world, right?”

“No one’s fucking laying a hand on her,” I bark as I finally join the conversation that they’ve been having as though I’m not sat right fucking between them.

“Luc—”

“No Marco. I don’t give a fuck what you say, you won’t fucking hurt her, you won’t lay a hand on her, you’ll let me deal with her.”

“We need to fucking find her first.”

“Right,” I say with a nod and turn towards Alec. “Can you help? Can you try and find her? And find out who the fuck sent us the thumb drive? Our resident computer geek is useless, we need your help man.”

“Sure, man. But only if you sober the fuck up and sort your shit out. Drinking yourself stupid isn’t helping matters,” he says and squeezes my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I say and settle my gaze on Marco. “Where’s Enzo? I’m surprised he didn’t join in on this little outing of yours.”

He quietly curses before peering up at the sky. “He still doesn’t believe it, he won’t speak to me or Dad because he thinks she’s innocent,” he says with a swallow, and I shake my head with a sigh.

It wasn’t only me she fucked over, Enzo let her in, he let her get close and now he’ll refuse to believe the evidence that’s clear as fucking day because of her Oscar worthy acting skills and the fact that it seemed like she understood him when no one other than us ever has.

“He’ll see the truth for himself once we find her, it’ll fucking hurt him the same was as its fucking hurting me. But at least he’ll see the truth.” I give him and confident nod and hand him thebottle I’m holding. We may as well get fucked up tonight, because starting tomorrow I’m putting all my effort and resources into finding my little liar of a wife.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Izzy

FIVE DAYS AGO.

I wake up with a groan.

Why the fuck is my head pounding? Why are my muscles aching? And why the hell am I sleeping on what feels like the floor? I search my memory for the last thing I remember.

The bookstore.

The bruise around Robyn’s wrist.

Tomasso disappearing into thin air.

The ghost of my past having his arms around me.

Getting into the car.

A sharp pain in my neck.

Feeling like I was going to pass out before everything faded away.

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