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He looks mad. “Why the fuck are you seeing Jamar in prison?”
I’m flabbergasted. I didn’t tell him anything about my appointment. I wouldn’t have broken confidentiality like that. “It is none of your business. My job isn’t your business.”
He grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me. “Everything you do is my business. You remember what it’s like here. You make a move and someone is watching you… They could target you to get to me.”
“This is the exact reason why I moved to the States. I don’t want to have to worry about things like that,” I blurt trying to shock him.
He shakes his head and practically growls. “You think they won’t come after you across an ocean? You think the ocean makes you safe? You stupid, stupid girl. Nothing will protect you from the wrath of these men. Do you understand me?”
My eyes widen and I fight the urge to punch him or slap him. “How did you find out?”
“He put out a hit on you and contracted Milo to do it.”
Milo rushes into the room and grabs me by the waist. This is the first time in seven years I have felt him touch me like this. The memories of how comforting and nice it was to be touched by him come flooding back.
I quickly stuff those feelings back in. I can’t feel that way about him. In the end, I’m going back to the States and he’s going to be staying here.
“You’re coming with me to my house. Get your bag.”
I yank out of his body. “I’m not going to your house! There is no way in hell I’m going to your house.”
“I can keep you safe,” he murmurs in my ear.
Smelling his fresh breath and hearing his smoldering voice has me weakening. “Fine.”
Octavious steps forward and pushes a burner phone in my hand. “Only use this phone. Don’t contact Jamar again.”
“I have a job to do!” I whine.
He shrugs me off. “Doesn’t look like anymore.”
Milo is leading me out of the hospital room and back out to his fancy car. I don’t get a chance to say my farewells to anyone else. I can feel the urgency they are feeling. They are scared.
“I’m just letting you know that I’m not having sex with you.”
Milo sucks in some air and then blurts out a laugh. “Sure you aren’t.”
“I mean it,” I cross my arms over my chest like a petulant child. “I’m not having sex with you. And this doesn’t mean we are back together.”
Milo then does something I never expected him to. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road but for some reason, I can feel his eyes on me. “Whether you are in my bed or not, we are together. We have been together since the beginning. Now shut up and deal with it. I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you go back or not.”
“This is not how it works, Milo. You can’t demand me to stay with you.”
It happens so suddenly. There is a blacked-out car that pulls up next to us and they unroll their windows down. Milo is reaching under his seat for his gun but the other car had a couple of seconds up on him.
The machine guns fire off a couple of rounds while Milo veers off to the side of the road in an attempt to go faster. He’s driving on the shoulder of the road and passing cars quickly to get out of the way.
The blacked-out car is behind us again and their bullets bounce off the back of the car. Milo swings the car to the left and then to the right and the other car flies off the side to land in the ditch.
“I’m going to tell you right now, you’re staying with me. Those assholes were after you because of that hit he put out.”
I’m shaken after all of the events that have happened in one day. Whether I like it or not, I’m back in this life.
For the record, I don’t like it.
Chapter Ten
Milo
