I shake my head, staring at him in disgust. “I hate you,” I whisper, feeling the tears rushing down my face and dropping onto my borrowed shirt. I take a step back, more than ready to leave when his voice has me pulling up and looking back at him.
“Stop, Ocean. There’s more.” His head falls and he looks at the ground. “The morning after you were attacked by Carter, I was at your place.”
I nod. “You sat with me through the night.”
He swallows hard. “I ran into Charles that night and he told me to stay away from you. He knew that I was the one who had taken out his job and didn’t want it coming back to him. He saw me as a loose end and threatened to hurt you if I didn’t comply, so I did what any other man would have done in my situation and fucking killed him too, but don’t be fooled, I made that one hurt.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat and just as he stands and steps toward me, ready to start pleading his case, my phone rings in my jeans pocket. Desperately needing to hold Nic back, I hastily pull the phone out and hit accept on the private number then bring it to my ear.
“What?” I breathe, unable to take my eyes off Nic.
“Ocean,” Colton’s panicked tone comes rushing through the phone. “It’s Milo. He’s been hurt. You need to come home.”Chapter 32I race through the door of Bellevue Springs Private hospital in a panic, unsure of where I’m even going but just knowing that I have to get to him.
“Jade,” I hear Colton’s panicked tone call through the Emergency Room. My head whips toward him and I race into his open arms. “Shhhh, baby,” he soothes. “Don’t cry. He's going to be alright.”
I squish my face into his chest and wipe my eyes across his shirt, watching as it comes back wet. I didn’t even know I was still crying.
I ran out the door of Nic’s apartment with him racing after me. The tears streamed down my face and haven't stopped, even now. Perhaps they never will. I didn’t realize it was possible to cry this much, but then, I’ve never quite felt pain like this.
Dominic Garcia killed my father.
He murdered the man who used to kiss my knees when I fell off my bike.
He murdered the man who used to yell at me for taking too long in the shower.
He murdered the man who held me when my heart broke for the very first time.
Yes, my father wasn't a great man. He was a stone-cold killer for the West Side Wolves, but he was still the man who raised and loved me. He was my daddy. He was the first man I ever loved. Did he deserve to die? Probably. But did he deserve to die by Nic’s hand? No. Not in a million fucking years.
How could Nic do that to me? He knew how much I loved my father. He knew how I looked up to him and saw him as the one man who was always going to be there for me through thick and thin. Nic stole that happiness from me. He stole my father’s life and then had the nerve to stand over me as I sobbed into his chest, rubbing his palm up and down my back and promising me that he was going to make it right.
Dominic Garcia is a liar and a murderer and from now on, I am done.
The question is; do the boys know about this? They already proved that they’re capable of lying to me without hesitation, but did they lie about this too? Did they also make empty promises about finding my father’s killers and ending his life or do they not know?
No, I refuse to believe it. They wouldn’t do that to me.
“Hey,” Colton says, taking my shoulders and pulling me back to see my face, looking relieved that I’m even allowing him to touch me after the last time he saw me. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
I wipe my eyes again, feeling like an absolute wreck. I shake my head and as I meet his eyes, everything inside of me crumbles. How am I supposed to tell him that Nic is the reason his father is dead?
I just … I can’t. At least not right this very minute. I’m here for Milo and after I've made sure that he’s alright, then Colton and I can talk. We have a lot to discuss. I've made the mistake of being loyal to Nic once before when I didn’t tell Colton about the part that Nic played in the DeCarlos attack—but that loyalty is gone. I won't be holding back this time. I need to right these wrongs.