Page 175 of The Elusive Billionaire
Something crushes my lungs.
Another bone snaps.
People are yelling.
My body is shutting down. I know it is. Everything should hurt, but I can’t feel…anything.
Greyson? Is that Greyson?
He’s crying.
Don’t cry, Patch.
I did this for you.
I’m your hero this time.
He needs a hero too.
I love you, Grey.
And I’m so, so sorry you had the misfortune of falling in love with me.
I’m so sorry.
I’m so, so…
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
GREYSON
“I thinkyou’ve proved your point, Monroe. The silent treatment is losing its effectiveness, don’t you think?”
Not even an eye flutter.
“Come on, Monroe. You win, okay? You’re the biggest, baddest badass around. Want me to take out a billboard?”
Just talk to me, please.
“I need you, okay? No one will fight with me right now. Not even when I get up in Braxton’s face. Not when I slammed Roman into the wall for not telling me he told me so. They’re all walking on eggshells around me, and I can’t stand it.”
Her only response is the constant beep, beep, beep that’s my only soundtrack now.
“Please don’t do this to me, Monroe.” There’s nothing left to my voice, so it comes out as a hoarse whisper.
“Grey?”
My head is pounding, but I lift it from Savvy’s hospital bed when Braxton and Madi enter.
“Why are you wearing scrubs? Is the baby okay?” I ask her.
She offers a sad smile. “Yeah, I was trying to blend in so no one questioned me getting in here today. You know, only two visitors at a time. Yesterday, they wouldn’t let Clover in.”
I hate this place. I’ll buy the fucking hospital if they don’t start catering to Savvy’s needs better.
“Grey.” Madi’s voice breaks, but she swallows it down, shaking her head as though that will help. They’re all doing that now—hiding their feelings, sheltering me.
It’s not what I want. I want to rage with them. I want to lose my fucking shit. I want to purge all the acid in my throat and scream until she wakes up, but they don’t…so I remain here, stoic, silent, dying.
