“Haven’t you caused enough pain?!” I scream without thinking about the repercussions.
Grey loudly snores behind me.
Levi revs the engine again and spins the motorcycle, leaving circles on the ground like he enjoys watching me get all riled up.
As if he’s waiting for me to come out and face him.
I clutch the curtain tightly, afraid that if I don’t hold on, I might just do exactly that.
But facing Levi means coming to terms with my own murderous intentions … and just how badly I’ve failed at following through on them.
I want him dead, but could I really be the one to pull the trigger?
Could I really kill the one I once considered—
I bite my own lip to stop the thought from invading my mind.
I can’t. I can’t fucking do it, and he knows. He’s throwing it in my face that I can’t kill him, and that he can just kill Grey whenever he wants.
Silas is the only one who wants him dead as much as I do, but he’s been warned by his dad, Felix, not to overstep it, or we risk an all-out war with the Torres family. Silas knows better than to go against his own family, so he’s not going to help me. At least for now.
And my Ghost is nowhere to be seen.
Where is my stalker when I need him the most?
The engine revs again, and Levi races off on his motorcycle, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I turn to look at Grey, still blissfully unaware of what’s going on.
A part of me feels guilty for involving him in my messy life, but another part of me wants to use Grey as a big “fuck you” to Levi, just to show him I can go on without him.
But the longer this continues, the more of a threat this all becomes.
Someone has to do something about Levi, and if it’s not going to be me or my flaking Ghost, then maybe I can find someone else to at least keep Grey out of Levi’s grasp.
Someone he’d least expect to go up against.
Guess it’s time for another visit to the gym.
Apollo
The next day
I’m just chillingin the gym, minding my own business, when a certain red-haired freckled hothead storms right at me during my air-walking while I’m lifting, and even though she seems impressed, that frown on her forehead really makes me wonder what kind of feat I have to perform to make her jaw drop.
“Freckles, how nice of you to join me in the gym.”
I finish my steps in the air and stay horizontal, but her eyes are anything but focused on the good stuff.
“Do you have time?”
“For you? Always,” I reply, still looking at her upside down, and man, those titties sure look squishy in this position.
“I meant to talk,” she says.
I smirk, still staring at her ample curves. “I’m listening.”
“My eyes are up here.”
“I know,” I reply.
