“I understand that, Jaci.”
“Then stop talking.”
Cullen grips the wheel tighter and drives faster.
He’s pissed.
At me. At the situation.
I don’t care.
I have to see Faye.
Soon enough, we’re back in my old neighborhood.
It doesn’t feel like home at all.
It feels desolate. Scary. Gross.
This is who I used to be.
That’s when I tell myself I know why I’m here again.
I’m going to say goodbye for good this time.
Ireach for Cullen’s hand and take it.
“Don’t follow me,” I say.
“Are you fucking insane?”
“It’s Faye’s house,” I say.
I climb out of the SUV.
Cullen doesn’t follow me.
Archer climbs out of his SUV though.
Knife in hand, ready to go.
“Stop,” I call out to Archer.
“Not a fucking chance,” Archer calls back to me.
Cullen is now out of his SUV and going after Archer.
The two face-off on the sidewalk.
Two rich mafiaHeirs.
Ready to kill each other again because of me.
Sometimes that feels hot and sometimes that feels confusing.
I hurry toward the porch and feel sick when I see the house.
It’s worse than ever.