Page 107 of Give Me Redemption

Guilt-stricken and brokenhearted, I run a hand over my head.

We are left alone inside the enormous room. Slot machines and the TVs playing are the only sound.

Everyone else is gone, and it’s never been this empty.

Harrison twists around and lifts a tray that’s filled with unserved drinks. Glass bounces off the plush carpet, liquor spills, and beer bottles roll. She lifts her foot and kicks the tray stand before picking up a beer bottle and tossing it at a slot machine. Glass shatters, and she seems pleased.

I get it.

I need to break things, too, but right now, I feel so fucking broken, I’m not sure what to do.

She lifts a few crystal glasses and throws them, one after another, smashing them into tables before she grabs her head and screams.

I walk to the bar and pick up a bottle. I bring it to my lips, trying to ease the pain inside. Harrison walks over and I offer it to her. She takes it, and I look back toward the stairs, wondering what Dalton will do now?

Will she move on easily from this?

Did it ever mean anything to her?

It had to. I mean, we were… It had to.

Did she know the day we met? God, I think about everything. Every moment I questioned her actions. When I met her dad and she saidhe calls me Dalton like everyone else.

I was baffled by that, but I ignored it. Is that even her fucking name?

I ignored every goddamn sign she gave me.

She was hesitant about coming in here. Was she having second thoughts about busting Bryce? Harrison says something, but I can’t talk to her right now.

My mind is spinning.

I’m torn between wanting to rip things apart and wanting to crawl into a hole and never come out.

I think about the cabin and when I told her I loved her. She acted like I just spit on her.

Was it because she was feeling guilty? Did it hurt her when I told her I loved her, or was she worried things had gone too far?

She never called me. We went months without talking. Did she decide she’d had enough? Was she done fucking with me?

I’ve got to make sure Bryce gets out of this mess. Show her that she destroyed what we had for nothing.

“We should call Pops,” I say. “He’ll know what to do.”

“Call him then,” Harrison urges, looking down at my pocket where I keep my phone.

I look over at her. “Dalton lied to me. She made me fall for her, and it was all to do this.”

I snatch the bottle from her hand and take a big gulp before tossing it at the wall, smashing it to pieces.

My jaw ticks, and I settle my thoughts.

This isn’t over for her. She can’t just walk away and think she’s never going to have to see me again. My blood turns ice-cold, my veins freeze solid, and my heart gets its shit together. “She won’t get away with this. I don’t give a fuck who she is.”

I look over at Harrison. She smiles at me. She’s just as crazy as Bryce and me.

She fits right in.

Chapter Forty-Four

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