Page 96 of Savage Obsession
This isit.
My life is ending.
The reason for my existence is walking away.
“I love you. You’re my person. MyDaddy.” Her voice breaks and it physically hurts me. “But you need help, and I can’t give you that. Only you can fix yourself.”
Then she turns around and walks through the gold-accented casino doors, and as I watch her leave, the rest of my heart shatters into a million pieces.
I stand there for a long time, staring at the entrance, unable to move. She loves me, but she doesn’t want me.
When I finally look around, I lock eyes with Trey, and even though he doesn’t look pleased, he jogs over.
“What did you do to her?” he asks.
He has some fucking nerve. Who does he think he’s talking to like that?
Trey is my friend.
He cares about her. As a friend. He’s being protective. I should be thanking him for caring about her.
“I need my car,” is the only answer I give.
Trey glares at me, and I almost think he’s going to tell me to fuck off, but then he leaves. A few minutes later, he pulls up in the same car he just parked for me.
“If you wish to fire me, please feel free because I don’t want to work for anyone who could hurt Quinn Summers.” He flips me off and walks to the next customer.
As I close the door, my eye catches on the driver’s side mirror.
It’s broken.
Totally shattered.
Like someone smashed something into it.
I scan the valet area for Trey, and when I spot him, he’s looking right at me. Smiling.
And I don’t do anything because I fucking deserve it.
The sun set hours ago,but I’m not ready to leave.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for here.
Answers, maybe? Hope? Death to pull me under? I don’t fucking know.
My skin has been crawling ever since Quinn left me, and all I can think about right now is how badly I need a bottle of whiskey in my hands.
After I left The Obsidian, I didn’t know where I was going, and I ended up at a liquor store off The Strip. All I needed was a drink or two. Just something. Because this pain in my chest right now is a million times worse than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Losing Nicola hurt, but what had been worse was the betrayal. The deceit. She knew I wanted a family one day and used it against me. That destroyed me. I’m thankful I had my dad during that time. If I hadn’t, I don’t know if I’d still be here. I wouldn’t have met Quinn. I wouldn’t have known what it was like to kiss her. Or what her laugh sounds like. Or how she makes everyone feel like a friend unless they give her a real reason not to.
A life without knowing Quinn would have been the biggest tragedy out of the whole Nicola situation.
Somehow, I talked myself out of going into that liquor store, but I’ve been regretting it ever since I got to the cemetery.
A car door and then a second one closing pulls my attention toward the newly parked SUV behind my Porsche. I sit straightand reach for the gun I have tucked in the back of my pants. Then I pause when I notice Jordyn heading my direction, while Caleb keeps his distance, still watching her intently.
She studies me with an unreadable expression as she follows the walkway lights toward my parents’ graves. We had just enough lighting put out here so we could come out day or night to visit them.
