Page 5 of Loathe

I was tempted to message him back and tell him I wouldn’t grace him with my presence for all the money in the world, but that would be what he wanted. He would want me to text him, to tell him how much I hated him and how angry I was at him. It would be like giving a fit throwing toddler attention, and I wasn’t about to do that for him.

I wasn’t going to give him the attention he wanted, I was going to let him stew and wonder if I would really show up or not. I figured if he really was dying, someone would find me somehow, and I would get the inheritance I rightly deserved after all his abuse.

It dawned on me that if he was dying, then at some point I would inherit the mafia chapter, and I wasn’t sure that was something that I wanted in my life. I wanted to be able to have a somewhat normal life with a man that loved me and maybe even children. Although I wasn’t sure that was in the cards for me either since I’d never been pregnant once with all my indiscretions.

I stared at the phone in my hand, not really knowing what to think about the words that were displayed on the screen.

I kept looking at the text message he had sent me and told myself I wasn’t going to answer him. How dare he intrude on my life like this! I wanted to tell him he had no right trying to come into my life like that after the things he had said and done to me. My feelings would be falling on deaf ears and I knew I didn’t need to waste my breath. He was a classic narcissist and there was no use in telling him what he had done wrong, because he didn’t see it.

I tried to get my mind off the fact that he had contacted me and forget that the bastard even existed, but that was easier said than done. If he hadn’t existed in our lives, my mother might still be alive and that thought alone made me hate him more than I already did.

I looked at my phone and pulled up the message he had sent me days before, hitting the delete button so I didn’t have to see his ugly words again. Watching the words “message deleted” flash across my screen made me feel so much better about things.

I knew there was a possibility that he would try to contact me again, but I told myself not to worry about it. I couldn’t imagine him being stupid enough to try to contact me if I didn’t answer his first message.

I laid in the bed, not wanting to give in to the fact I needed to get up and relished the feeling of the clean cotton sheets I’d put on the bed the day before. I preferred not to be alone in the bed, but duty called seeing as he was the VP of the Crypt Keepers. I finally decided I better get out of bed and made my way to the shower. I loved taking showers in his private bathroom, because the shower was so much better than any shower I’d ever been in. It was a large shower with a shower head up high and jets on three of the walls.

I stood under the hot water, letting it cascade down my body as I thought about the text message and wondered what I should do. I wasn’t sure that going to see him after all the time that had passed would be a good idea, especially since I’d worked so hard to hide from him. Though I guessed it hadn’t worked anyway since he found me. I shook the thoughts from my mind and tried to enjoy my shower as the water hit me from all angles, washing the soap and shampoo down the drain. I stood under the water until all the bubbles had washed down the drain and only clear water was flowing off me.

Once I was finished in the shower, I dried off and wrapped the towel around my body as I made my way back into the bedroom to dress for the day. I decided to keep it casual but sexy by sliding into a pair of lace panties and bra, tight jeans that accentuated my ass, and a low-cut crop top that revealed cleavage and my middle.

I ran a comb through my wet hair and started to head for the bathroom so I could dry it when I decided to check my phone. I saw that I had another text message and my heart started to pound inside my chest.

I prayed to whatever higher power there was, that it wouldn’t be him texting me again, but to my disappointment it was. I scanned his words, and it was more of the same as before. I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone now he knew where I was located. Despite all the wrong he did to me, Tony and Maxum had kept me safe from my father after I ran from him when he tried to traffic me. I had been found by a trucker and taken to safety in Chattanooga.

I knew they’d protect me again despite my bad history with Tony. I knew what I needed to do, I just hated to do it. I had a good thing going with John, and the sex was mind-blowingly amazing. I knew he may not feel the same as I did. Once I left, he’d have a dozen or more whores lined up to take my place, but he seemed to care about me. I knew me leaving might hurt him. But it had to be done.

No regrets.

I knew he’d be gone for a while, so I packed what little belongings I had and wrote a note before leaving the clubhouse. I knew he’d never understand why I left, but I knew I’d be safer with the Saints than anywhere else. I scribbled the note quickly and left it on the table beside his bed. I tried to imagine what his face might look like as he read:

Hey handsome,

I told myself I’d never be the type of woman to do this, that no man deserved to get a Dear John letter, but here I am writing to tell you that some things have happened, and my “father” has found me after years of hiding from him. I fear the only person that will be able to protect me from him is Tony and the Midnight Saints. I know they are your enemy, and I’m sure they’ll be your enemy even more now, but I want you to know that I loved our time together and you will always have a special place in my heart. You’re the only man that has ever really cared for me even a little and that means so much to me. I hope that one day you and Tony will be able to be allies rather than enemies so we can work together. I’ll think of you often and miss you a lot.

Love,

Phoebe

I made my way down the road a few miles, tears streaming down my face before I called Tony. It was a call I really didn’t want to have to make, but my asshole “father” gave me no other choice. I was about to hang up when Tony finally answered me.

“What the fuck do you want, Phoebe? You can’t be calling me like this, we’re not together anymore remember? I can’t imagine what you might need from me that your new knight in shining armor can’t give you.”

“Tony, he found me,” I said softly into the phone.

“Oh, well fuck. How the hell did he find you this time?” he asked with shock in his voice.

“I don’t know, but he has my phone number because he’s texted me twice trying to get me to come home because he’s sick supposedly. He says I owe it to him to come take care of him because he took care of me and taught me his ways,” I told him, tears threatening to spill over.

“Okay, Phi. Don’t worry everything is going to be all right. You can come back here for a while until we can figure something out, but you gotta promise me that you will leave Kara alone,” he said in a firm tone.

“Sure, whatever you say.” I rolled my eyes.

“If you upset her, I’ll throw you out on your ass, Phoebe. You know I mean what I say,” he reminded me.

I rolled my eyes at his protective attitude. He’d never once shown that side of himself to me, except one time when I’d been told my father knew where I was and was coming for me. I’d wanted someone to want to protect me so badly that I didn’t even see when Tony stopped valuing me, and it hurt every time I saw him give Kara what I wanted.

“I get it, sheesh. I’m on my way.” I disconnected the call.

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