Текст книги "Infatuation"

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Past Mackenzie

“You promised me till death do us part. Remember, Mackenzie? I’ve come to make sure you honor our vows.” A coldness washes over me at the spitefulness in his voice. I shake my head, clearing my mind and body of the fear. Don’t show him you’re scared. He feeds off it. Taking a deep breath, I decide at that moment if I don’t fight, I’m going to die.

Using my self-defense techniques, I kick out and connect my knee to his balls, while my hand punches his wrist. He falls forward but doesn’t drop the gun. Risking it again, I kick his wrist. This time, the gun slips from his fingers and I dive for it. Just as my fingers wrap around the prize, he rolls me over and pins me with his lower body.

“Why do you keep fighting?” Spit hits my face as the words escape his clenched teeth. “Why couldn’t you let me love you the way I needed to love you?” His disgusting breath hits my face as he leans down closer to my lips. He’s so wrapped up spilling his hate and trying to kiss me, he’s oblivious to the gun in my hand.

You have to do it, Mackenzie. I look into his eyes and I see the man I fell in love with, the soft man who promised me the world. But then I remember everything he’s done. Everything he’s put me through. Every bruised cheek caused by a slap to the face, every broken bone and concussion, every black eye, busted lip, and bloody nose and I realize he never loved me, and he would never change. The man who I married was a lie, simply a persona created to fool the world.

“Because I don’t love you, Chad.” Dread slithers over me, numbing me to what is about to happen. Thick fingers pinch into the soft skin of my neck, and restrict my airways. Black mist swirls around the edge of my mind, drawing me into the sanctity of a peaceful darkness. Maybe this is where I need to be. Maybe I can’t fight anymore. Just as my resolve becomes clear, his fingers tighten and the darkness embraces me, promising me an end to all the ugliness.

“If I can’t have you, Mackenzie, then no one will.” His words are laced with venom and instead of letting them pass, my mind rebuts them.

Why does he get to decide that?

The inky swirls darken, trying to blanket me, but my mind fights it.

This isn’t what I’ve been fighting for, just to give up when he says I have to. All the people who helped me survive deserved more. I deserve more.

My stomach lurches and adrenaline swirls. The once comforting darkness instead smothers me, like a musty damp blanket clinging to me. I want to scream out, not in fear or panic, but in a roar of victory.

I can’t let him win.

I won’t let him win.

With fierce resolution, I point the gun at his chest and fire.

Bang.

The recoil shocks me, vibrating through my body as the sound gets lost in the jolting resonance coming from Max’s apartment above me.

I fire again.

Bang.

My chest heaves as if bound by rope, straining to inflate my lungs. Everything stills, almost frozen in time and our life together flashes through my eyes.

Each physical and emotional hit to my very being holds me in the past.

“You’re a slut, Mackenzie. A whore of a wife. You make me crazy. Why do you make me do this to you? No one will ever love you like me. I will never let you go. I will always find you.”

Bang.

Chad’s fingers relax, and I drag large gasps of air down. He makes no move for the gun. He just hovers over me, a lost faraway look settling in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, wishing it didn’t have to come to this, wishing I hadn’t just become the same monster as him.

“Ma—Macken—Mackenzie,” he gurgles. Deep red blood drips from his mouth and rolls down his chin.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” My body racks in sobs as his full weight pushes into me. I shove him off and roll away from him. The tears continue to roll down my cheeks, the wine and cheese I had earlier comes up in violent waves, burning my throat like acid.

I’m so sorry.

I repeat the words over and over, but I’m not sure if I’m saying them because I’m truly sorry for shooting him or if I’m apologizing to myself for becoming a killer.

“I’m so sorry.”

I say the words aloud this time, but they’re a lie, just like our marriage. Just like our love.

Twenty-Six

Beau

“I did it, Beau. I killed him.” Her breathing becomes erratic as she paces in front of me. “I pulled the trigger.”

“Calm your breathing, Kenz. Slow it down.” She doesn’t listen. Her panic grows as she revisits the night in her head.

“I didn’t know what to do. He had a gun, Beau. He had the gun pointing right at me.” Not wanting to lose her to a panic attack, I reach forward and pick her up. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you back inside.” She folds into my chest as sobs rip through her.

Jesus, fuck. What the fuck is happening here?

I knew something was up. I didn’t know what, but when I felt her shift off me, I waited to see what she was going to do. The last thing I expected her to do was run.

“Beau, I have to go.” I ignore her as we step back inside the house. I make sure I lock up before taking her back to my room.

“Please, Beau. You don’t understand.” She’s right. I can barely understand her past the sobbing. I know she thinks this is what she needs, but the woman can barely walk.

“No, you’re right. I don’t. You’re going to make me understand, though.” We walk down the hall and into my bedroom, and then move over to my bed.

“I killed him, Beau. I took a man’s life.” Her tears come faster as she starts to fight my hold on her.

“I have that part, darlin’. Now tell me what happened after you shot him?” I shift her off me so I can see her face.

“I freaked out. There was so much blood. He wasn’t breathing. I only had Fred to turn to.”

“Fred? Who’s Fred?” My mind zeros in on the name Fred as I try to piece everything together. To say I’m fucking shocked would be an understatement. I think back over the past few months and her comments about Chad, about moving on, her reaction whenever he was brought up. And it all starts to make sense. How I didn’t see it before now is beyond me, but now the truth is looking right at me.

“My boss at the diner. He’s good people. Him and his wife, Carly, took me under their wing like a daughter. He came right away and said he would help me. He told me to pack a bag and he put me on the next bus out of town.”

Fucking hell.

“Jesus, Mackenzie. You just left?” I barely manage to rein in my shock, anger and disappointment that she didn’t call me, but somehow I do.

“I was scared, Beau.” She shakes her head. “I was worried someone would find me. I told Fred about Chad’s connections, about his dad and everything he’s covered up in the past and he thought it was best to get out of there.”

“So what happened then? Why would you come here?”

“I wasn’t going to at first, but then Fred didn’t think I would be okay on my own, so he said to come back to you for help. He was right. I wouldn’t have been able to go it alone. I needed help. I was going to tell you. I swear, but then I thought if Fred did what he said he would, I would be safe. I wanted to wait, see if anyone came for me. So I waited, and I waited some more, and when they didn’t, I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“So you made me believe Chad was going to hurt you?” She looks up, eyes red, nose running and I have to stand from the bed before I take her in my arms and tell her it’s okay. Because it’s not okay. She fucking lied to me, right to my face. Not only me, but all my brothers as well. “We had people looking out for you, darlin’. Had eyes on you. The fucking club pulled so much shit to keep you out of his sight.” I’m angry, fucking furious, but at the same time, I understand it. Fuck, I understand it. You wanted her to fight and she did.

“It was wrong. I know. I’ll never forgive myself, but I needed someone who would help me. I had nowhere else to go and the last thing you said to me was if I needed anything…” She stands and reaches for my hand. I let her take it, knowing she is right. I did tell her if she needed anything to find me. I meant it then just like I still mean it now.

“I know, darlin’. But fuck, Kenz. You should have told me this. Straight out.”

“I know. I screwed up, Beau, which is why I was leaving. I didn’t want you in on any of this. Now someone knows.”

“Who knows?”

“At the club tonight, I was paid a visit.”

“By who?” I press for more.

“A man, I don’t know who. He said Mr. Morre had a message. He said, ‘You’re not going to get away with it.’ He knows, he knows Chad’s missing. He must know I had something to do with it.” The man Jesse told me about.

Jesus, fuck.

I drop her hand and take a seat back on the bed.

Could this situation be any more fucked up?

“How well do you know this Fred? You think he talked?” Kenzie takes a seat next to me.

“No, he wouldn’t. I only spoke to him a couple of weeks ago.”

“You’ve been keeping in contact?” I remember her talking to someone one night on the phone, but she told me it was her old landlord.

Jesus, fuck, the woman has been lying with everything.

“I’ve checked in twice since being here. He took me in, made sure I was protected. He covered it up. He wouldn’t do that to me.” I can see how much she believes it, but I don’t know the fucker from a bar of soap. Who knows who he could have told already.

“So if he didn’t say anything, then who?” I put it back on her.

“I haven’t told a soul. No one knows but Fred, and now you.”

“So why run tonight if Fred cleaned it up and the Mayor has nothing on you? He’s fucking with you then.”

“What else can I do, Beau?” Her hands drop by her side.

“I don’t know, darlin’. Fucking fight? Keep fighting.” I want to fucking shake her. Kiss her. Fuck her. I don’t fucking know, but I need her to see where I am coming from.

“I’m so over fighting, Beau. I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

“Kenzie.” I place my hands on either side of her face and force her to stop talking and listen. “Don’t ever say that. Ever. You hear me.” I shake her a little and her hands cover mine.

“He’s always going to be inside here.” She presses down over my hands, indicating her head.

“Only if you let him, baby, only if you let him. You did what you had to do. You fought. And you won. He can’t hurt you anymore if you don’t let him.”

“But I’ve done a horrible thing. I’m not even sorry, Beau. He deserved it. He deserved more. And it just makes me sick to my stomach. It eats at me because I’m no better than him.”

I close my eyes to gather myself. This woman. Fuck, this woman.

“Darlin’, you didn’t choose that. Your choice was taken from you. He took it from you when he pointed the gun at you. You fought to stay alive. Anyone would say the same. You didn’t have to run.”

“Beau, but his family—”

“I understand why you did it.” I cut her off. She didn’t have to run, but I know why she did. All the corruption this family lives in I don’t blame her. Fuck, no one would. “You’re not an evil person. You survived. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” My thumb wipes away at a lone tear as it rolls down her cheek. I press my lips to hers. They’re wet from her tears, but I kiss her anyway, wanting to take it all away from her.

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” She closes her eyes, almost like it hurts her to hear it. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open and I pull back a little.

“I love you, Mackenzie. I fell in love with you the second you walked back into my life.”

“You don’t have to say it back to me.” She tries to pull out of my hold, but I don’t let her.

“I fucking love you, darlin’. You amaze me every day. You’re the strongest woman I know. I’m not letting this beat you. I’m going to fix this.” Her tears fall freely and it fucking guts me. Kissing each of them, I continue to take them away.

“How? This isn’t going to go away.” She thinks it won’t, but I’ll make it. Now I know Chad is dead, I don’t give a fuck what I have to do to keep this covered up. This shit won’t come back to her. Not by the time I’m done.

“Well, first off, I need to go visit this Fred. Make sure he’s as trustworthy as you say he is.” I release her face then take her hand, pulling her with me as I lay back on the bed.

“He is, Beau. I swear.”

“I believe you, darlin’, but I’m still going to visit him. He covered this up for you. I need to meet this man, make sure we’re on the same page. From there, I’ll decide our next step. Until then you’re at the clubhouse.” She doesn’t argue with me on the clubhouse rule, and I’m grateful. I don’t think I can deal with it tonight. Not after everything we just went through. “Now sleep. I’m beat. Everything will look better in the morning.” I reach over and flick the lamp off, blanketing the room in darkness. She lets out a soft sigh, before snuggling in closer.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t want this between us. And I’m so sorry I lied to the club.” Her voice cracks, and it almost breaks me. “You all gave me a second chance, made me feel safe. I didn’t want my ugliness to touch you.”

“You gotta know I still would have protected you either way, darlin’.” Yeah, I’m pissed she kept it from me, but how could I be pissed at what she did? I couldn’t, not when I’m so fucking proud of her. Proud of what she did to save herself.

“I love you, Beau. I don’t deserve you. Everything you have done for me is too much.”

“Don’t speak that shit to me again,” I growl, pissed she doesn’t see herself the way I see her. “You deserve more. Fuck, you deserve everything, then some. If anyone doesn’t deserve this, it’s me. Now sleep.” I drop my head close to her until my nose finds her skin and I breathe her in.

Fuck, I could have lost her tonight. I nearly did.

Nausea swarms in my gut, and my heart struggles to keep a steady beat. The fact she was willing to walk out like that taunts me, her words replaying like an echo.

You deserve so much more.

I know she thinks she was doing the right thing, but she has to know by now I will never let her leave.

Ever.

Knowing this is far from over, I force myself to keep my head clear. Tomorrow, shit is going down, but tonight, I will hold her and comfort her until her tears dry up and every ounce of guilt she’s been carrying drifts away.

Maybe one day she will see just how much she deserves this and then realize I’m not enough, but until that day comes, I am going to give her what she needs. And right now, she needs grace. Grace for taking a monster’s life.

And I am going to give it to her.

If anyone deserves it, it’s her.

“So you want to go to Ohio, walk into some small town diner looking for a guy named Fred, and ask if he covered up a murder?” Jesse summarizes everything I just told the table, making it sound more fucking crazy than I am right now. It’s the morning after Mackenzie told me her secret. After tossing and turning all night, I decided I needed to bring the guys in on this to get their perspective. After all, Mayor Morre could know more than I think he knows and then we’d all be in more shit.

“Need to know this Fred can be trusted. I don’t want anything coming back on her.”

“You don’t want to call Jackson in on this?” he presses.

“Jesse, she fucking killed him then covered it up. Yeah, let’s bring the fucking cops in on this, asshole.” I shake my head, not in the mood for his shit today.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we were back on the other side of the law,” he fires back with the same attitude.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I turn in my seat and give him my full attention. If he even suggests we call this in again, I’ll fucking lay him out.

“He means we all like Mackenzie, Beau. But she killed someone. The Mayor’s son at that. Then she came back and lied to us all. You really okay with this?” Sy enters the conversation.

“The fucker terrorized her. Beat her to the point she had to run. You think he was looking for her so they could have a fucking candle-lit dinner? He was going to kill her. Regardless of how you or I see it, she did what she felt she had to do in order to survive. So yes, I’m fucking okay with her taking the asshole’s life.”

“Yeah, and if she stayed, she could have had a better chance of fixing this,” Jesse keeps pushing. He just doesn’t comprehend it. How could he? His woman hasn’t been in Mackenzie’s shoes and never will be.

“But she didn’t, okay. You can fucking judge her all you want, but we’re still going to help her.”

“Boss?” Jesse turns to Nix. “You gonna weigh in on this clusterfuck anytime soon?”

“You know what, fuck you, Jesse.” I stand, pushing my chair back, done with his shit. I was stupid to think bringing them in on this would be good. Should have just handled it on my own without a single fucking word to them.

“Beau, wait—” Nix calls out, but I’m not hearing it. I didn’t come to them for a fucking vote. I came to them for help.

“No, I’m done. This club has done so much shit for everyone sitting at this table. I get it. I really fucking do. We’ve pulled ourselves out of hell. We don’t need this kind of heat. But we are not calling the cops. I’d take the fall before I see her do time for this.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Jesse scoffs.

“No, he’s in love,” Hunter counters and my eyes fall on him.

Fuck me, the little fucker gets it.

“She was ready to run to keep us safe. I’m not okay with that. She fucking leaves, I go with her.” The table falls silent at my admission and I take the moment to calm my breathing. “You’d do the same for Holly.” I turn to Sy, already knowing his answer.

“Fucking A,” is his reply.

“Kadence?” I twist back to Nix.

“Don’t even have to ask.”

I look to Brooks and point him an expectant stare. He nods, giving me his answer. I skip over Hunter, knowing he doesn’t have a woman and look back to Jesse.

“I’d do the same for Bell, but she’s my woman.” He cocks his brow, just pushing me the only way he can.

“Mackenzie is my fucking woman, cockhead!” I all but scream at him.

“So you love her?” Jesse smirks. If I could reach him without moving, I’d punch him.

“Keep up, asshole.” I shake my head at his deep laugh. “Nix, I’m not asking for your permission here, not when it comes to her.” He gets me. I know he does. But he still takes a minute before speaking.

“Take Hunter with you. We’ll keep an eye on her.” He gives me his approval, but in all honesty, this would have happened with or without it.

I turn my attention to Hunter, nodding for him to get up.

“I’m leaving in ten. Grab what you need now.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves out of the room without a word.

“Anything else?” I look back at Nix.

“Don’t fuck this up,” is all he says before coming to stand. The rest of them follow him up and come toward me. Sy smirks at me and slaps my back as he passes.

“Welcome to the other side.” And maybe it’s the adrenaline running through me, but I miss the punch line.

“What side?” I call after him.

“Where you do stupid shit for pussy,” Nix answers, passing me next.

“Fuck, been there since she walked into my life,” I admit, then listen to them all laugh.

“Not like I haven’t been telling you this since the night we picked her up,” Sy shouts back.

“Yeah, I’m finally listening,” I tell him as Jesse passes. Remembering how much he pissed me off, I land my fist into his arm. “That’s for being a fuckhead.”

“Love you too, bro.” He barely flinches, continuing his exit.

I contemplate going in for a second punch but let it go. I told Hunter ten minutes. The sooner we have this done, the sooner it’s over, and we’re back in Rushford.

Twenty-Seven

Mackenzie

Five days later

“You doing okay, Kell?” I ask, watching her sort through piles of paperwork. It’s almost opening week for Missy’s Place and with Beau away dealing with the mess I left back in Ohio, Kelly is here trying to get it all sorted.

“Yeah, just hoping I can pull this off. With Beau away, it’s double the stress.”

“I’m sorry.” I cringe, hating that my drama is only messing this up for both Kelly and Beau.

“Don’t be silly. He needed to go. I’m just being dramatic.” She tries to soothe me, but it doesn’t help. When Beau told me he was heading to meet Fred, I begged him to take me with him. He didn’t think it was a good idea, and even though I understand why, it doesn’t make it easy knowing he’s there and I’m here.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m here for you.” It’s the least I can do.

“And I’m going to use you. We have to have all this unpacked today.” I follow her gaze around the room and prepare myself for some hard work.

“Okay, well, where do you want me to start?” I stand from the chair and move toward the huge living area.

“Let’s just work through each room, starting in the living room. We can stop for lunch around twelve and hopefully finish up this afternoon.”

“Got it,” I tell her, but before I can start, my phone beeps from my back pocket. Pulling it out, I let out a breath when I see it’s from Beau.

Beau: Two hours out, darlin’. See you soon.

I quickly type back, my mind running wild with what he found out.

Me: Is everything okay?

Beau: Everything’s good. Will talk more when I’m home.

I smile at the text and let out a long breath. I’m assuming ‘everything’s good’ means he met with Fred and we have nothing to worry about.

“Beau?” Kelly notices my reaction.

“Yeah, he’s two hours out.” I pocket my phone, my day now perking up.

“Did he say if he found Chad?” I swallow at the mention of his name.

Kelly and the girls don’t know about Chad or what I did, and I want to keep it that way.

Having Nix and the rest of the guys know is bad enough. To say they were pissed would be an understatement.

After Beau left with Hunter to see Fred, Nix sat me down and expressed how unimpressed the club was that I had lied to them all. I knew it was coming. Beau was too kind to me to really tell me how angry he was, but Nix didn’t offer me the same grace. And rightly so. I lied to them, to everyone, and it wasn’t my intention to fall in love with Beau. It happened. But I should have told them sooner. After, he ripped me a new one, made it clear we are family, and that family look after each other. He followed it up with a hug and a warning not to fuck with Beau’s heart. I didn’t need the warning, but I took it. It was the least I could do.

“I’m not sure.” I divert my gaze so she doesn’t pick up on my unease.

“I’m sure he has. He wouldn’t be heading home without a resolution for you.” Kelly pulls me out of my head.

“Yeah.” I nod because she’s right. It’s just the way Beau is, always taking care of me.

After chatting for a few more minutes, we start work pulling open all the boxes and setting up. We don’t talk about anything deep, keeping the conversation light and easy. I’m grateful for it. My mind is still messed up with what Beau has to say. The day passes us quickly and before we know it, we’ve missed lunch.

“Oh, God, it’s after one.” Kelly looks up when we finish unpacking the third room.

“You want me to go pick something up from the diner?” I ask, taking in all the work we’ve managed so far. The living area, kitchen and dining room are all set up. Warm tones, dark wood, and brown leather furniture makes the house more homier, welcoming even. I can already see women here, getting the help they need after leaving dangerous situations.

“I should probably go. You stay here.” Since Beau has been away, I’ve been staying at the clubhouse and have had an escort to and from wherever I go. Now Beau is on his way back with what I can only assume is good news, I barely think there’s anything to worry about.

“I’ll be fine, Kell. It’s less than a block away. I have my phone.” I scoop up my bag, starving for food. “What do you want?” I pull out my phone and open up the memo app.

“I’ll have the California grilled chicken and a diet Pepsi, please.” She starts picking up the empty boxes.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” I flick the lock on the front door and push it open. “Lock the door behind me.”

“Got it,” she calls back and I wait for her to click the lock.

The cool November air nips at my skin. I wrap my cardigan around my body tighter and pick up my steps to get to Happy Chef quicker.

The lunch crowd is in full swing when I enter. I quickly place my order and take a seat at the counter. Looking around the diner, I’m thrown off kilter when I spy Mayor Morre sitting in the back booth, his graying blond hair is slicked back, almost identical to Chad’s. He’s wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt, and a gray tie. Playing the perfect part. On the outside, he looks put together, but the strong tick in his jaw tells me otherwise.

He looks in my direction, his cold eyes locking with mine before giving me a quick wave, signaling for me to join him. Knowing if I don’t go to him, he will come to me, I contemplate leaving for five seconds before forcing my legs over toward him.

Beau would have told me if he knew something. He’s only trying to mess with me, I remind myself when I step up to his table.

“Mackenzie, lovely to see you. Please take a seat.” I slide into the booth and decide to beat him at his own game.

“Cut the crap, Morre. What do you want?” I sound braver than I really am, but I run with it.

“I think you know what I want.” He tilts his head, quietly examining me, but I don’t let him throw me off.

“I don’t know where Chad is,” I lie, knowing there is no way I’ll ever tell him the truth. Not when he has no proof.

“You think I’m stupid?” His voice drips in controlled anger. “Chad knew where you were. He left to go find you. Couldn’t get over his fucking obsession.” He looks down at me in disgust, and I almost feel it wash over me. “So color me surprised when you end up back here. Alone.”

“Well, he didn’t find me, clearly.” Instinctively I edge my voice with strength, and straighten my shoulders. “Maybe he found something else to finally fixate on. The last I heard, he went off the rails when I left. Who knows where he ended up. Now, unless there is anything else—” I start to move out of the booth, but his hand comes down on mine, stopping my retreat. I react, trying to pull back, but his grip tightens. His short stumpy fingers trap me in their grasp.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” The vein in his temple throbs as he leans forward and clasps his hold tighter around my wrist. “I know you know something. I might not want this public, but I will make your life hell until you tell me where my son is.”

“Is that a threat, Mayor?” I raise my voice a little, hoping to throw him off.

“No, dear. It’s a promise. You might have the protection of the MC, but for how long? I can’t imagine them being okay with you bringing trouble to one of their own. Say the lovely blonde you’ve been holed up with in that godforsaken shelter this week.”

My back straightens at his words and a disturbing unease washes over me.

Kelly.

“What have you done?” His hold on me starts to burn, but I can’t react. My head is lost in the frenzy of hearing his threat.

“Kelly is it? What a shame you left before my present arrived.” Fear drives me forward. Ripping my hand back, I fall out of the booth, and race toward the door. I can hear his soft chuckle from the front of the diner, and it only fuels me faster. Running back the way I came, the trip takes less time, yet feels a hell of a lot longer.

When I make it back to Missy’s the front door is open and my heart sinks. I’m too late.

“Kelly?” I shout, racing through the front door. She doesn’t answer so I keep moving from room to room. My anxiety spikes as each second passes by and there is no sign of her. I make my way to the back room, and every part of me locks instantly when I find Kelly lying face down on the floor.

“Kelly?” I force my body to react and race toward her, almost tripping over my own feet in the rush. She’s out cold, non-responsive, but I can see her back rise up and down with each shallow breath she intakes. “Shit, shit, shit.” Afraid to move her, I reach for my phone with shaky hands and dial 911.

Through my tears, I give our location and a brief rundown of how I found Kelly to the emergency operator. They keep me on the line, telling me to stay calm and keep talking to her.

Seconds pass, followed by minutes and I realize this is bigger than we thought it was.

Mayor Morre is worse than his son. And now he had a score to settle.

“Please be okay, Kelly.” I reach for her hand and try to fight the tears, but there’s no stopping them. I caused this. My past is never going to leave me.

Once again a Morre is set on destroying my life.

I check the clock again for the fiftieth time and bounce my knee in front of me. It’s been over thirty minutes since they took Kelly, and now I’m getting concerned.

I called Beau from the ambulance, but he hasn’t showed up yet and I’m about to lose my mind.

Scenario after scenario plays over in my head as the hands on the old worn clock start to taunt me. Each second drags me deeper into a sad darkness threatening to destroy me completely. Each minute reminds me of how fast everything can change.

After enduring another fifteen minutes, my nerves settle when Brooks, Beau, and Nix burst into the waiting room.

“Have you heard anything?” Brooks asks first, coming straight to me.

I shake my head just as Beau pulls me up into his arms. I watch Brooks head to reception over Beau’s shoulder as he holds me tightly.

“You doing, okay?” He pulls back and cups my face. Panic rages through his eyes and I force myself out of my head just enough to comfort him.

“Better now you’re here.” I return his embrace, hoping to calm him. Brooks is already losing his shit trying to find out answers on Kelly’s condition. We don’t need Beau doing the same.

“Tell me everything that happened.” Beau forces me to sit back down in the uncomfortable chair. I do as he says, because the need to be closer to the ground is growing.

“I–I don’t know. I didn’t see. But I know it was Mayor Morre.”

“How do you know?” His grip on my arm tightens at his name but releases when he notices my grimace.

“’Cause he was at the diner when I was there to buy lunch. He said I didn’t know who I was dealing with and then he mentioned Missy’s Place and that Kelly was alone there. He knew everything, her name… Oh, God, this is all my fault, Beau.” I fall into his chest as the need to breakdown pulls me closer into its clutches.