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“Absolutely not.” I almost shout.
“You never know unless you try.”
I shake my head frantically. “He was shot twice because of me. The third one will be fatal. I will not put him through that. Ever.”
“I’m not sure what you see that mule Hawk as, but he’s not some delicate flower last I checked. Give him some credit, eh?”
“You don’t understand.” My fingers shake violently. Damn withdrawal. I clasp them together. “None of you fucking understands. If he’s hurt, then I feel like I’m dying. I can’t put him in danger.”
“Have you ever told him that?” Ink throws the butt of the cigarette away and takes another one. “Because last time we spoke, after he almost broke my nose and told me to stay the fuck away from you, he seemed like he hated you.”
“I can take that.”
“Hmmm. Can you?”
No. No. No. A million no.
It’s tearing me apart to know what he must be thinking of me right now. Scar made sure to call me and yell at me that Hawk doesn’t need someone like me, and if he dies, I can always go to the funeral.
I wanted to pull her through the phone and kill her, but she said nothing wrong.
“Aren’t you on limited time?” Ink lights another joint. “If I were you, I’d spend whatever time I have left doing what I love the most.”
I shake my head.
“My lads will go with you for protection if you want. They owe you for getting me out.”
“Just keep me posted.” I turn to leave.
“Oh, and Mist.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “I don’t know if you figured this out or not, but your stalker is obsessed with you. They can only think about you and how to ruin your life more.”
“How do you know that?”
He grins, and I swear a devil possesses his pretty-boy features. “I had a similar experience.”
He forgets to mention that the roles were reversed.
* * *
All I have isa bag of clothes at the back of my car and a load of cash. After meeting Ink, I’ve been roaming the highway for five hours. I think I’ll crash in the farmhouse in Leeds. Or probably not. A hotel would be better since too many people know about the Leeds’ farmhouse.
I couldn’t stay at Le Salon because my mere presence can bring danger to the girls. Not to mention Zoe is pregnant. I’d rather kill myself than put her or her baby at risk.
Unable to visit Jessica and Sarah, I called and made sure they’re well taken care of in the safehouse Molly provided.
The police isn’t a problem anymore, because, surprise, once I made a deal with Hades, the politician magically dropped all charges. I can see the lieutenant’s face reddening with anger, but I take no pleasure in that. He obviously has his own demons.
I’ll have to spend my time roaming around until Ink brings me the name and my deal with Hades comes into play.
Strangely, I haven’t felt eyes on me even when I came all the way to Northern England. Maybe that text did scare my stalker away.
I pull over at a petrol station and pick a few protein bars at the shop. My hands fist to prevent the shaking as I pay the old man who has a beer belly at the counter.
Thank God I’m wearing sunglasses or he would’ve called drug control on me.
I don’t know why I’m masochistic enough to keep the withdrawal. I stay up all night fighting with the ringing in my head. I have a month’s worth of shots in the car. All I have to do is inject it into my veins. Once it’s time for my deal with Hades, I’ll have to be on Omega anyway so he doesn’t suspect us.