Page 67 of Wasted Memories
The drugs. Felix was pissed that I knew about the drugs. But how did he know? Did Jett know because of what I said to him at my father’s funeral service? Did he think I’d tell everyone now that I wasn’t with him, try to get him in trouble?
“Say you will and I’ll leave,” he said it like it was that simple.
I couldn’t promise that, not when I wouldn’t do it. Nothing on this planet would make me go back to Jett, and if I told Felix that I would, he’d see it through. He’d know if I didn’t keep my word.
“Don’t ever come near me again.” I turned on my heel and hurried to the break room, my fingers struggling to untie the knot on my apron.
“I’m taking my ten,” I called out as I walked by Elijah’s office.
“I didn’t approve that,” he yelled back.
“Emergency,” was all I got out before I was out the back door, the rain pelting my skin. I headed around to the front of the restaurant, needing a walk to clear my head. Once on the sidewalk, I quickened my pace, checking behind me to make sure Felix wasn’t following me.
“Emerson?” I heard a familiar voice call out. Twisting around, I saw Brendt a few yards away with a plastic grocery bag in his hand. “What are you doing out here in the rain?” He was wearing a black rain jacket, the hood pulled over his baseball cap.
He closed the distance between us until he was standing a foot away from me. “I-I just..” I couldn’t get the words to form on my tongue.
“Emerson, what’s wrong?”
My eyes locked with his, my fingers trembling. “You were right. Felix is here.”
Chapter Thirty Nine
Emerson
RealizationflashoverBrendt’sface. “He’s in there right now?” He gestured to the restaurant with the bag in his hand.
My nod was all it took for him to start moving. “Wait, Brendt. Wait!” I grabbed his arm, preventing him from going any further. “If you go in there, he’ll know I’m already talking. He thinks I’m going to tell people about Jett dealing.”
Brendt rolled his shoulders, inhaling a deep breath. “If he’s so damn worried about it, maybe he should tell Jett to quit doing it.”
I chewed the inside of my lip, trying to calm my nerves. “I think he’s in on it,” I said under my breath.
Brendt’s eyes snapped to me. “What?”
“I think he’s-”
“No, I heard you. But if he’s in on it, that means he’s staying.”
I shook my head, the rain dripping off the ends of my hair. “His whole life is across the country.”
“If he’s making good enough money here, why would he go back? Think about it.”
“Do you know why he was in prison?” I asked, having to raise my voice slightly over the rain coming down faster.
He shook his head. “But I have a feeling it involved whatever it is Jett got himself looped into. You need to get that restraining order, Emerson.”
I looked up at him, squinting my eyes against the drops of rain ricocheting off my face. “Do you really think that’ll help? Some piece of paper telling them they can’t come near me? They’ll think I told the police everything.” My mind jumped to Easton. He worked in law enforcement. “Fuck. If they find out Wesley’s brother is a cop, they’ll think I spilled anyway.”
Brendt shook his head, water rolling off the brim of his hat. “No one will find that out. They’re not that smart.”
I hoped Brendt was right. I could deal with Jett, but I couldn’t handle his dad sending threats my way, knowing where I worked and what secrets I knew. I was scared he’d find out where Wesley lived, where I’d been staying, and make those threats more apparent.
“Go back into work, Em. Act like it didn’t affect you. Don’t let him get the upper hand on you. We’ll figure this out, I promise.”
The last thing I wanted to do was go back into work, especially now that it looked like I took a shower with my clothes on.
“If you need anything, just call me, okay?”
