Page 167 of Four Fiances & I

“Can you take me to this address, please?” I reach out to hand the piece of paper to Roman to relay the address to Samuel, but it’s snatched from my hand before he can take it.

“That’s not for you,” I snap, reaching for it, but Alasdair has already read it. I’m furious when he screws it up and places it in his pocket.

“There is no need for you to go there,” he says matter-of-factly. I glare at him and his audacity to tell me what I can do.

“I don’t remember needing your permission to go anywhere. If I want to see my boyfriend, I will.”

“He’s not your boyfriend, and you will not be seeing him again.” I know I should be terrified by how he looks at me, but I refuse to bow to this man.

“Fuck you, arsehole,” I snap, turning in my seat to look at him properly.

“Language, Abigail!” He gets a warning in his voice when I am pushing my luck, and right now, I don’t give a shit.

“Stop treating me like a child. I am twenty-three years old, not three.”

“Then start acting like it!” Alasdair roars, startling me. “If you don’t want me to tell you what to do, then stop fucking things up and act your goddamn age! Because there is only so much I will be willing to do to protect you and clean up your messes.”

“What’s that meant to mean? What exactly are you trying to protect me from?”

“Yourself, Abigail, I have spent the last 2 days cleaning up yet another of your messes, and you don’t even realise it.” He leans forward, closing the gap between us. “Things need to change because you cannot carry on ruining not only your life but other people’s.”

“Whose lives am I supposed to have ruined now?” I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.

“How about young Jasmine? You know, the one who has called you daily, supported you, no matter what she was doing or going through.”

“I would never hurt, Jaz.”

“You ruined her wedding!” he snaps in my face.

“How?” Who the fuck does he think he is? There is no way I have ruined anything for her. I would never do anything that would cause her any type of pain or heartache.

“Who do you think was to blame for the flowers, the dresses, and the hotel? Yourboyfriendand his sister were.”

“You’re lying, he would never-”

“Never what? Lie to you? Take you for a fool? Because he did, Abigail. He was only with you because he knew he could get information out of you when you’ve had a few drinks.”

“You're lying.”

“I can assure you I’m not because I tracked him down, and he confessed everything. Your drinking made everything so much easier for him. Apparently, you only need a few drinks inside you, and you become an open book. You told him everything he needed to know to help his sister to destroy your best friend's wedding.”

He continues to stare at me, but I can’t look at him without feeling sick. I want to believe he’s lying to me, but I know deep in my heart that he is telling the truth. He has no need to lie to me, not about this.

Turning my attention back to the window, I think of all the times Eddie and I met up or when he called me. It doesn’t take much persuading for me to drink these days. It’s the only thing that helps with the pain.

“Where is he now?” I ask, already guessing the answer.

“Where he belongs, that’s all you need to know.” His voice is stern and to the point. My jaw clenches as I try to blink back the tears, but they escape anyway.

“Does Jasmine know?”

“She knows who was to blame for the damages, but I believe Christian was holding back on telling her any more than that.” In other words, she probably doesn’t know he's dead. Does she know I was the one giving him the information? I open my mouth to ask but close it quickly as I feel the urge to throw up. I will never be able to face her again.

“Abigail, I want to help-”

“Don’t.” I shake my head, unable to look at him. “Don’t say another word to me.”

The rest of the journey is silent. For the first time since I met him, he does as I say and doesn’t try to talk to me again, giving me time to think.

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