fucked that girl right in front of me and he didn’t bat an eyelid doing it. What am I supposed to do? Run back to him and wait for it to happen again?” I shook my head and wiped my cheeks with my free hand. “He broke me, Logan.”
“He knew they were coming for him,” Logan hissed in tone of pure disgust. “And do you know the only person Noah was worried about? You . He could’ve been killed in there, and the only thing that concerned him was getting a fucking message to you. You don’t deserve him, Teagan,” Logan hissed and I paled.
I tried to find the words to defend myself but Hope’s younger brother continued before I had a chance.
“This is on you,” he added in a deathly cold voice. “If you hadn’t come around and fucked with his head, Noah wouldn’t be where he is today. He was protecting you that night, to keep you safe from JD and George, and you betrayed him, Teagan. You fucking buried him and you bailed when it got tough.”
“Alright, Logan, that’s enough,” Hope, who snatched her phone out of my hand, warned her youngest brother. “Don’t even think about putting any of the blame on Teagan.”
I didn’t hear Logan’s reply, but from the way Hope’s face reddened and her voice rose, I guessed it wasn’t pretty.
Was Logan right?
Was I responsible for this – for Noah being in prison?
“You are not responsible for this,” Hope growled, reading my thoughts. Tossing her phone on the couch, she knelt on the floor and pulled me into her arms. “None of this is on you, babe.”
I nodded and agreed and held onto Hope for dear life, all the while wondering if Noah blamed me too.
Did he go down for me?
Did he hate me?
“I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU,” Angelo Javi announced when he walked into shower room, flanked by his goons. “From JD Dennis.”
“Tell that asshole that if he wants me I’m right here,” I shot back, not taking my eyes off him. Anxiety churned inside me as I watched them approach. My hands balled into fists on their own accord. “Come and fucking do his own dirty work.”
“He wants you to know that he hasn’t forgotten about you,” he taunted, closing the gap between us, surrounding me. “He wants you to know that if it takes him all the days of his life, he will find a way to make you pay for what you did.”
“Like I said,” I snarled. “You can tell that piece of shit that I’m right fucking here, Chico.”
“This is for my brother,” Javi hissed seconds before ramming the blade into my side. Collapsing on the ground, I fought to drag air into my lungs as his two little helpers held me down. “And consider this a little sample,” he added before stabbing me again, “of what you have to look forward to on the outside – if you live long enough to make it out of here.”
Crouching down beside me, Javi slapped a folded up piece of paper on my chest and smirked. “Your fate is sealed, Messina.”
Laying on my bunk hours later, stitched up and bandaged, I was still clutching the note smeared with my own blood. As I held the piece of paper in front of my face, I wasn’t dumb enough that I couldn’t make out what the two words were – or what they meant.
I’m coming.
It was inevitable that JD would try and get me for my part in the Ring of Fire being taken down. A criminal mob prince was bound to have contacts in low places, and Angelo Javi was the perfect messenger boy because he wanted the same thing JD wanted.
My blood.
To be honest, I didn’t blame Angelo Javi for stabbing me. His brother spent six months pissing through a tube because of me, and I wasn’t even badly hurt – just a couple of nicks in the side less than two inches deep. In a sick way I could respect the man for what he’d done. If the shoe was on the other foot, and he had done what I did to Low, Cam, or Colt, I would have reacted exactly the same. Except I would have done a better fucking job than he had. I would have put him in a body bag.
But I
“He knew they were coming for him,” Logan hissed in tone of pure disgust. “And do you know the only person Noah was worried about? You . He could’ve been killed in there, and the only thing that concerned him was getting a fucking message to you. You don’t deserve him, Teagan,” Logan hissed and I paled.
I tried to find the words to defend myself but Hope’s younger brother continued before I had a chance.
“This is on you,” he added in a deathly cold voice. “If you hadn’t come around and fucked with his head, Noah wouldn’t be where he is today. He was protecting you that night, to keep you safe from JD and George, and you betrayed him, Teagan. You fucking buried him and you bailed when it got tough.”
“Alright, Logan, that’s enough,” Hope, who snatched her phone out of my hand, warned her youngest brother. “Don’t even think about putting any of the blame on Teagan.”
I didn’t hear Logan’s reply, but from the way Hope’s face reddened and her voice rose, I guessed it wasn’t pretty.
Was Logan right?
Was I responsible for this – for Noah being in prison?
“You are not responsible for this,” Hope growled, reading my thoughts. Tossing her phone on the couch, she knelt on the floor and pulled me into her arms. “None of this is on you, babe.”
I nodded and agreed and held onto Hope for dear life, all the while wondering if Noah blamed me too.
Did he go down for me?
Did he hate me?
“I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU,” Angelo Javi announced when he walked into shower room, flanked by his goons. “From JD Dennis.”
“Tell that asshole that if he wants me I’m right here,” I shot back, not taking my eyes off him. Anxiety churned inside me as I watched them approach. My hands balled into fists on their own accord. “Come and fucking do his own dirty work.”
“He wants you to know that he hasn’t forgotten about you,” he taunted, closing the gap between us, surrounding me. “He wants you to know that if it takes him all the days of his life, he will find a way to make you pay for what you did.”
“Like I said,” I snarled. “You can tell that piece of shit that I’m right fucking here, Chico.”
“This is for my brother,” Javi hissed seconds before ramming the blade into my side. Collapsing on the ground, I fought to drag air into my lungs as his two little helpers held me down. “And consider this a little sample,” he added before stabbing me again, “of what you have to look forward to on the outside – if you live long enough to make it out of here.”
Crouching down beside me, Javi slapped a folded up piece of paper on my chest and smirked. “Your fate is sealed, Messina.”
Laying on my bunk hours later, stitched up and bandaged, I was still clutching the note smeared with my own blood. As I held the piece of paper in front of my face, I wasn’t dumb enough that I couldn’t make out what the two words were – or what they meant.
I’m coming.
It was inevitable that JD would try and get me for my part in the Ring of Fire being taken down. A criminal mob prince was bound to have contacts in low places, and Angelo Javi was the perfect messenger boy because he wanted the same thing JD wanted.
My blood.
To be honest, I didn’t blame Angelo Javi for stabbing me. His brother spent six months pissing through a tube because of me, and I wasn’t even badly hurt – just a couple of nicks in the side less than two inches deep. In a sick way I could respect the man for what he’d done. If the shoe was on the other foot, and he had done what I did to Low, Cam, or Colt, I would have reacted exactly the same. Except I would have done a better fucking job than he had. I would have put him in a body bag.
But I
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