Me – Appreciate that.
I flip over to a text thread that’s new.
Me – You okay?
Bubbles appear and disappear over and over before I get an answer.
Rocco – Only if Landyn is.
Me – She will be, thanks to you. Be in my office at nine. We need to talk.
This time I get an immediate answer.
Rocco – As long as our conversation is about torturing that motherfucker.
Me – Settle down. You work for me, and you don’t make a move without my orders. He’ll pay. I’ll make sure of it.
Rocco – I want to kill him.
Stand in line, buddy.
Me – Nine o’clock. My office.
Rocco – I’ll be there with a shit-eating grin on my fucked-up face if we’re planning his murder.
Shit. The kid is intense. I like it. But if he only knew I’m trying to keep him out of prison instead of putting him in it, he’d tone it down.
Me – Enough. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Rocco – I can’t fucking wait.
I put the phone down because he’s not going to stop. I roll and stare down at the woman in my arms.
Just a few hours ago, I made myself swear off her, and now we’re glued to each other with hardly any clothes on.
No matter how much I know this is crossing the line, I’ve wanted nothing more than to be right here. At first, I thought it was because she’s the closest thing I’ve had to normal for two years.
But as the days click on, I realize it’s just her. Especially after today. Touching her, making her come, and knowing she wants me as much as I want her.
Knowing that someone else touched her. Hurt her. Fuck. That changes everything.
I can’t stand the marks on her fair skin. The scrapes, the scratches, the bruises.
I lean in and kiss the top of her head and whisper, “No one will hurt you again, baby. Ever.”
22
NOTHING AND EVERYTHING
Brax
“Five minutes is a long time to be away from my wife after last night, Rocco. Are you going to answer my question?”
He does the same thing he’s done since I sat him down. He stares at me—unmoving and intense.
I thread the pen through my fingers, staring right back.
Finally, he gives me one shake of his head.