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“I’m not saying anything.” I tried pushing him away, but the man wouldn’t budge. “Get away from me. Go drink yourself to a drunken mess, why don’t you?”

He looked down at where my hand was placed on his chest. “Before I say something that I’ll most likely regret, I think Iwillget myself a fucking drink.” His imposing figure retreated, all of the warmth and anger that surrounded me was now non-existent.

He walked towards the kitchen area, grabbing his keys off the counter. He didn’t say anything else, and before I could register what was happening, he opened the front door, closed it behind him, and slammed it shut.

The photo frames on my walls shook slightly and I sighed softly. I heard his car being turned on and in seconds, he reversed out of my driveway and sped down the street.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and I could feel the tears coming on, but I refused to cry. This is exactly what I feared. Gettingclose to someone, putting your trust in them, opening yourself up, and displaying your heart to them on a damn plate.

For him to react in such a negative manner for something that I didn't even plan to happen. I wasn't even certain if I was pregnant or not. This reaction told me everything I needed to know.

I felt hurt, angry, and disappointed.

I wouldn't have been in this predicament if we had safe sex, but I allowed him to penetrate me without any form of protection. It was deeper than that, though, he penetrated my soul. He had me under his spell.

"You shouldn't have said that to her. That's fucked up," Kayden scoffed. "And quite frankly, it's disrespectful."

"I know." I sipped on the beer, grimacing when the disgusting liquid hit my tongue. "I fucked up, but the news through me off guard and I've been on edge."

"You shouldn't take your frustrations out on her, she hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, you should praise her for putting up with your bullshit. Not to mention the fact that she's on a drug dealer’s radar because they know they'll get to you if they get to her," he said calmly but menacingly.

"You don't have to remind me," I huffed.

"No, I should remind you because I think you're forgetting." Kayden was the type of man who didn't like it when men disrespected women. Even if you were his close friend, he'd definitely give you an earful.

What I said to her wasn't disrespectful per se, but it was definitely hurtful. "I should go, I need to apologize to her."

"Damn straight you need to apologize," he muttered, eyeingthe beer in my hand. "I'm glad you didn't drink any whiskey or else I would've had to drive your ass home."

"Even if I drank whiskey, I'm not a lightweight." I took the last swig of beer, threw my jacket back on, and got up. "I'll be just fine and I can drive myself. I don't need a chauffeur."

"Get out of my sight, Nicolas." His tone held a hint of mockery to it and I knew he was joking. Just as I was about to walk past him, he placed his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. "You need to think before you speak. When you're speaking to Ares and I, you can say whatever the hell you want, but when it comes to that woman, you need to maintain a level of respect."

I turned to look at him. My friends were the only people who could lecture me and I'd actually take what they were saying into consideration. In this case, I'd actually implement his words in my life because he was right.

"I hear you and I'll do better, now get your hands off me. Friend or not, I'll use force if I have to." He only smirked, patting me on the shoulder. I shrugged my jacket back on, quickly heading towards the exit of the bar and stepping into the cold evening air.

The gush of wind hit me directly in the face and I shivered slightly. I stood in the cold for a few minutes, looking up at the night sky. The stars sparkled brightly, the shimmering lights reminding me of her. It sparkled, glowed, and the longer you looked at it, the more you appreciated the sight.

I shoved both hands into my jacket pockets and groaned softly. I couldn’t head to her house right now because anger still simmered beneath the surface. She was feisty, a force to be reckoned with, so I knew we’d most likely clash if I tried to resolve the issue right now.

I shook my head, clicking the button on the car remote to unlock the vehicle. I needed an outlet. I needed to release this tension and frustration. The only thing that would bring some formof relief right now would be riding my motorcycle. Riding until I surpassed the speed limit. Until it felt like I’d lost control. Until my body began tingling and feeling numb.

Numbness. That’s what would help me right now. Numbness. Darkness. Chaos.

THIRTY FIVE

"We've got an update," Kayden called me to his office the very next day to inform me about the breakthrough he finally made in the Freeman case.

I didn't return to Gabriella's place last night, and when I tried calling her in the early hours of the morning several times, she didn't answer any of my calls. I could only imagine how upset she must be, so I decided to give her some space.

However, the space and distance between us wouldn't last long because the second I finished up here, I'd be rushing to her place.

"Where's Ares?" I leaned against the cold desk, placing both hands on the wooden surface.

"Completing an assignment with Amala." I couldn't really comprehend the information Kayden just shared with me because I was too furious to focus on anythingother than Gabriella.

I didn't know if I'd even be able to listen attentively to the updates he received. "What's the update?"

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