Page 101 of Enforcer's Obsession

“You don’t know much about me,” I said.

“Not much, but I can guess at some of the particulars,” she said.

“Yeah. I guess you probably can,” I said.

“But?”

“After that night, and everything that happened after, I find myself in a curious position,” I said.

“Go on,” she responded.

“I thought I felt a certain way, and now I’m starting to question that,” I said.

“Hope, I’m very smart, and I’m more than happy to try to decipher this if you want me to, but maybe you should just speak freely. If you can,” she said.

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be difficult. I just need to wrap my head around this myself,” I said.

“Of course,” she responded.

I took a deep breath, then tried again.

Always thought I knew what was good and what was bad. Now I’ve had to question that,” I said.

“And you don’t like the answers,” she offered.

“I…I do. But I just don’t know if I can trust them,” I said.

It was only after I spoke those words that I truly understood the conundrum I had been wrestling with.

I loved Nico.

Trusted him.

But what I didn’t trust was myself.

What if I was wrong?

I couldn’t help but think about my mother, how she had probably been just as sure as I was. And look at where she had ended up.

“I think I’m in love,” I said finally.

Molly arched her brow. “Think, or know?”

“Know,” I said without hesitation.

“So what’s the problem?” she said.

“The problem is, what do I know about love? Exactly nothing. So how can I possibly?—”

I trailed off, not wanting to say what came next.

I’d seen Nico kill, knew that he would do it again, and even that wasn’t enough to shake my feelings.

Wasn’t that by itself proof that I couldn’t be trusted?

“I can’t get into specifics, but what if someone seems bad,isbad by a lot of measures, but I love him anyway,” I said.

“That’s a decision you have to make for yourself. It’s one we all have to make,” she said.

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