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And not only that. I have to go see Cash tomorrow. His DNA showed up on the results from the lab, and I’ve been scratching my head for the last few days trying to work this shit out.
I have no clue what this is about, or what the fuck it means, and if the blueprints and key have anything to do with the Rebels. If so, why was it sent to me? What the fuck do I have to do with anything Rebels related, aside from the woman who glared at me for most of the night.
I run a hand through my hair, unable to ride my motorcycle home. I’m parked outside her apartment, the lights are still on, and I’m too chicken shit to knock on the door. I pull out my phone instead.
I start the message at least a dozen times, swearing each time I write something dumb.
Then I finally hit send.
Me
Stella. We need to talk
It’s not friendly, nor am I telling her what a dick I feel like for ghosting her all week. I want to explain. Seeing her tonight made me realize she deserves that much at least.
Stella
No, we don’t. You made yourself pretty clear
Me
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ghosted you. That’s on me. I thought I was doing the right thing
Stella
Right. Bc I’m such hard work, right? Go away
Me
I can’t. I’m downstairs
I glance up just as I see the curtains move. She saw me for sure.
A few seconds later, another message pops up.
Stella
I don’t want to see you
Me
Please. Do I have to beg?
I will if she wants me to. It’s not beneath me.
Me
I will beg
Stella
It’s just best if we leave it. I’ve moved on
I stare at the message.She’s moved on?It’s been a week. I frown. No way – there’s no way she has another guy in the picture, or upstairs, I know her well enough by now. But it still irks me.
Me
I haven’t
