Page 72 of Nobody Wants Me
“You run like hell.”
“Victor, please, this is not ...this isn’t funny.This isn’t even fair to you.”
I didn’t care if it was funny or fair.What I did care about was making sure she was safe.That was all I wanted to do.Nothing could happen to her.It had come close several times.
I pressed a kiss to her lips.“We’ll make it work.”
“What if we stop running?”Freya asked.
“What?”
“Look at us.Running is not working.I’m going crazy and you hate it.This is not working and they’re still coming.So, what if we just go back home and live our lives?”
“No.”
“Damn it, Victor.There is no way you’re enjoying this life.”She threw her arms up in the air.“Look around you.We’re not safe.It doesn’t matter where we go or what we do, it’s never going to be safe.”
I wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, but I couldn’t even tell her that.
“We’re not going back home.”
“Please,” she said.“Consider it.”
I took a moment.“No.”
She pressed her hands together and I was pretty sure she was doing some kind of prayer.
“This isn’t funny,” she said.
“I’m not laughing.”
“Then why won’t you consider it?”she asked.“What do we have to lose?”
“Your life!”This time, I was not quiet.I didn’t hold back, but yelled at her.“You think it has been hard while we’re on the road, and people keep coming?It’s not even close.We’ve been lucky, and sure, there are people attempting to kill us, but that is going to happen no matter what.We go home, we’re sitting ducks.They will know exactly where we are, what we’re doing.There is no chance for us to make it if we go back home.Here, right now, this is where we stand a chance.”
I hated that I had to argue this point.Glancing down at my hands, I saw the dried blood on them.I checked Freya’s face to see if I had accidentally put blood on her, but she was clear.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said, and with that I left her to deal with it.
Freya was being infuriating.Sure, it was hard.I got it.Moving around was not something I fucking enjoyed.I loved my territory.I loved my role.Being a Brigadier was in my blood.Serving Ivan was better than I could have ever imagined.
I wasn’t trying to be a pain in the ass.I was attempting to keep her safe.What was so hard to figure out?We had this argument quite regularly.Freya missed home.She missed her sewing room and Umberto’s cooking, as well as Rafael’s company.I missed them too.
I went to the bathroom, switched on the light, and grabbed the soap.Rubbing the soap onto my hands, I massaged it in.It was then, as I scrubbed my hands, that I realized I didn’t hear anything from the other room.
Turning off the tap, I grab the towel and step into the room, and I just knew she had already taken off.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said, yelling as I take off for the door.
Where there was one man I had killed, I knew there could be a second or a third.Anger rushed through me, and I made my way toward the elevator, seeing the last destination was the ground floor.
I pulled out my cell phone, dialed Ivan’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.I don’t know how I ended up with The Butcher’s number, but I did.I figured it was because my woman and The Butcher had become friends.
She did answer.
“What’s up?”
“Freya’s done a runner,” I said.
