Page 54 of Killer's Obsession
“You should have trusted me with the truth,” I tell him, my voice breaking. “That’s what hurts the most.”
I make my way down the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I reach the front door, I hear him behind me.
“Memphis, wait.”
I turn, my hand still on the doorknob.
“At least take this,” he says, holding out a small black device. “It’s a panic button. If you’re in trouble, press it, and I’ll come.
I hesitate, then take it, slipping it into my pocket.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” His voice is rough with emotion.
I nod once, unable to speak past the lump in my throat, and step outside where the Uber driver is waiting. I climb into the back seat and give him Jade’s address.
As we pull away from the house that was just starting to feel like home, I look back. Killer stands in the doorway, watching me go.
The first tear falls as we turn onto the main road, followed by another, and another, until I’m sobbing quietly in the back seat.
My heart feels like it’s been shattered into a thousand pieces.
I trusted him.
Chapter Thirteen
Memphis
The Uber pulls up to Jade’s apartment complex, and I wipe at my face, trying to erase the evidence of my tears before I have to face another human being. The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror, but thankfully doesn’t comment on me bawling in the back of his car.
“We’re here, Miss.”
“Thanks,” I sniffle, handing him a twenty and climbing out of the car.
Making my way up the steps toward Jade’s second-floor apartment, I feel hollow. Like someone scooped out my heart with a rusty spoon, and has left me wide open and bleeding. I’ve had fights with boyfriends before. Who hasn’t? But this… this betrayal, it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
When I reach the landing, Jade is standing in her doorway with arms crossed over her chest, and her face full of sympathy.
“Killer called and said you were on your way,” she says gently.
Fresh tears spring to my eyes at the mention of his name. Of course, he called ahead. Even now, when I’ve walked out on him, he’s making sure I’m taken care of.
“I’m sorry.” I swipe at my cheeks, embarrassed. “I should have called first and made sure it was okay to come here.”
Maybe this was a mistake. Jade works for Rage and Killer at Saints Ink. I don’t want to drag her into our drama or put her in an awkward position with her bosses. I should have gone to a hotel or something.
Before I can voice these thoughts, Jade steps forward and wraps me in a hug.
“You’re always welcome here, babe,” she says softly, and something inside me breaks a little more at her kindness.
“Come on.” She steps back and ushers me inside, closing the door behind us.
Looking around, I take in her apartment, momentarily distracted from my misery by the sight of it. The place is exactly what I would have expected from Jade—a perfect blend of punk rock princess and divine goddess. The living room is dominated by a black leather sofa adorned with blush pink throw pillows. Sparkly skulls serve as bookends on her shelves, and fairy lights are strung around the edges of the ceiling. It’s edgy but girly, just like her.
“Have a seat,” she says, motioning to the couch.
I drop my bag by the door and sink onto the leather cushions while Jade heads into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of pink wine, then grabs a blue box from a cabinet.
“Are those…” I get a good look at the label and manage a watery smile.Chicken in a Biscuit. Yummy. “No squeeze cheese?”
