Page 176 of Rhet

“Tell that to Joe. Oh, wait he’s dead. Three.”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?” she screeches.

“Because you are a fucking liar, you’re nothing to me. If you open your mouth again, I will kill you.” I slam my fist against my desk.

She sniffles and her shoulders shake. Her tears are starting to unravel me.

I move the gun forward on my desk. “I don’t care what you do after this. I don’t give a shit, I won’t miss you. As for your brother, I hope he dies a miserable death. I’m still deciding if I should complete my job with him. Now get out of my building, my house, my life and fucking leave,” I whisper.

She grabs her bag and runs to the door. She looks back once before she leaves. I collapse into the chair, trying to regain some composure. I haven’t felt like crying since my brother left.

“Trent, I wish you were here, man. I really do.” Rage rides my body. I want it all to stop. All these emotions bubbling inside of me, I need to release them.

Closing my eyes, I rub my forehead trying to find some peace. The sound of pouring liquid echoes through the room. Looking up I see Julian placing the decanter back on the bar.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I state.

Julian walks to the table and places the whiskey on it, “You’re deep in thought.”

Walking to the wall Julian traces his finger over the bullet hole “Renovating?”

“Did you see her leave? Is it safe?” I ask

Julian nods “Yes and I sent Draven to take her home.”

I stay silent not wanting to say more. Julian’s phone pings and he takes it out. His eyes narrows as he reads the screen.

“What is it?” I question

“You won Rhet, you fucking won the bid.” Julian says as he rushes across the room to show me the result.

“Eight-five million dollars, she made the highest bid.” Julian points at the stats on his phone.

The numbers on the screen stare back at me. I should be happy; I should be jumping for joy but all I feel is empty.

ZEETA

My legs carry me forward. I hold my head high as I step out of Rhet’s office. All the staff on the floor look at me as I leave. I only need to make it to the elevator. With six, long, hurried strides I’m there. I can’t hold it in, the first few tears slip down my cheeks.

‘I never loved you. You’re nothing to me.’

I close my eyes tightly as I die inside, as I think about his words. This elevator is taking forever to get here.

What do I do now? I feel so tired, tired of being the person who takes care my family, tired of the deals over my head. Tired of putting everyone’s life before mine. I’m exhausted.

My tears come faster, I open my eyes and try to wipe them away quickly. The door opens and I thank God it’s empty. I step in and wait for the car to go down.

Everything feels so numb and heavy. I need to get out of this building, I need to get far away from the memory of Rhet. As the elevator doors open, I straighten my back and make my way to the automatic sliding doors.

The door opens, I step out into the pouring rain. As I proceed down the street with no destination in mind, I let my tears slide freely. People pass me by with their umbrellas over their heads, some look at me like I’m crazy. My pace remains slow and steady.

I pass by the restaurants Rhet, and I have had lunch at. He almost killed me, because of Carson and my brother.

I tell him I love him and what does he do? He just throws it all back into my face. This mess could have been avoided if I said something sooner. I just wanted to take care of it all on my own for him.

“Ms. Zee,” Someone shouts behind me.

I blink several times to get the rain and tears out of my eyes. I’m soaked, the coldness of my underwear chills my body. I don’t turn toward the voice, I keep staring forward at nothing. Someone tugs at my shoulder.

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