“You’re not making sense, Krew. What did Teke…” My mind quickly replayed what Krew had said about why Regina hated him… And then it hit me. “Teke did something to Regina, didn’t he.” Rage laced my words as hellfire burned in my gut.
The moment I got clarity about what Teke had done to our girl hit me, I saw red. This entire time, I had assumed she was safe and away from the cops. It was that scumbag we should have worried about.
“Teke Gatlin is a dead man walking,” I seethed, never looking away from Krew.
“Need a hand?”
I whirled around, fisted my knife and pointed it at Bonner. “Why are you still here?”
“I think you need my help,” he said nonchalantly, but his attention was on Krew. “Besides, your… man looks like he’s about to crack.”
“I got this handled, you can go.” I somehow found the strength to put aside my wrath and focus back on Krew. Even though my insides were being pummeled like rocks in a dryer.
Jesus. I needed to check on Regina to see if she was alright. And here Krew was, on the ground, still bleeding from his wound, looking ready to pass out.
“I think someone is trying to take off with your truck, Moss,” Bonner snorted, then folded his arms across his chest. “If you want, I’ll watch this big boy while you go retrieve her.” I opened my mouth to say no, but he raised a finger. “I won’t touch what’s yours.”
“I heard that before,” I said gruffly.
“Probably. But I know how to keep my word,” Bonner clipped out with ferocity, as he tapped his chest. “Besides, I don’t want to be on Merrick’s bad side.”
I rarely trust anyone in this business—no one, actually, least of all a hitman. But something in my gut was telling me to trust this hitman… To a point.
“Be right back,” I grated out, never looking away from Bonner’s face. “If one hair?—”
Bonner tipped his head toward Krew. “He doesn’t have any. Get moving before it’s too late and she’s gone.” His keen stare was enough confirmation for me to leave Krew with this hitman and get Regina before she took off with my truck.
Regina’s Diary
August 17th, 2019
Dear Diary,
It’s been just over a year since I last picked you up. I thought I was good, focused on my career and my life. I thought I was over the fear and the nightmares of my past. I was wrong.
I went on a date for the first time in my adult life—imagine that, Diary. A twenty-three-year-old girl, going on her first date. Truthfully, it was absolutely horrible.
The asshole was all handsy and that was before he took me out to dinner. He did all the talking, and didn’t take a breath to give me time to respond. Then at the end of the night, when he drove me back to my apartment, he wanted to come up. He wanted in my pants instead of wanting to get to know me.
Diary, I have another confession. The entire date, all I thought about was Krew and Decker. I wished they were the ones to take me out on my first date. I wanted their hands to touch me. To love me like I have fantasized about.
God, Diary, I miss them so much—even to this day my love for them has never left my heart. I know I can’t have them in my life—not after what happened, but still, a girl can hope. A girl can dream. The tragic thing about memories—especially mine, is that they keep me grounded in anxieties and more nightmares. I will forever be alone.
Maybe it’s for the best that I stay single. Celibate… except for my trusty vibrator.
Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do. It’s for the best.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Regi
Chapter Twenty-Five
Regi
“Jesus Christ, why won’t this damn thing turn over.” I slammed my palm against the wheel and tried the ignition again.
I glanced over my shoulder, looking through the back window of the cab to see if either of my boys were coming after me. Nope.
