“The only thing you have?”
He groans and runs another hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean that.” He reaches over and grabs my hand. Warmth spreads throughout my chest, filling my heart with a small piece of comfort, but just as she gets cozy, her blanket is snatched away, leaving her cold.
“No touching,” the guard says against the wall. Bryce removes his hand, but we leave them on the table.
I look down at it. “This is killing me,” I say quietly. My eyes bounce up to his.
He swallows, skimming his blues over my face, surely noticing the dark circles under my eyes.
“Me, too,” he murmurs.
“Then do something about it.” I can’t help that my voice sounds harsh. I can’t help that I’m pissed off at everyone. I didn’t get a choice in any of this.
His jaw locks. “Don’t push me to do something I might resentyoufor.”
Tears prick my eyes and I rub the side of my face in…shock? Yeah, I’m in shock.
The man I love is saying he might resent me for wanting him to sell Red so he can have a future with me.
“You would resent me?” I whisper, broken.
He swallows.
“This was all before you, K. This was my life.”
I nod. “And you’re mine, but it looks like that doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Don’t say that,” he says.
I wipe at my cheeks, my heart bleeding.
“I love you,” he says.
I shake my head. “No, you don’t. If you did, this would be simple.”
He groans, “None of this is simple.”
“It would be for me.” Anger slithers in, colliding with hurt and heartache.
It’s a dangerous combination.
I lean up and grab his hand from the table, placing it over my chest. “Feel this?” I ask him. “Feel how your mistakes are ripping my heart out. You take all the fucking time you need to decide if you wanna sell your precious club. I’ll just be out there living without you.”
“Hey, no touching,” the guard says a little harsher.
I push Bryce’s hand away, looking into blues that burn. “No worries. I’m leaving.” I stand up.
“Don’t leave like this,” Bryce says, standing up, too.
I smirk. “I think I will. Because it’s the only thing I get a choice in.”
I leave him standing there and I feel him watch me walk away.
My heart falls on its knees and pitches a fit as I exit the jail and walk to my car.
Climbing inside, I start the engine and pull out of the parking lot.
How can he do this?