“NO!” I shout out now. “It’s not enough. It will never be enough. What you did was something that a spineless coward would do, and let’s be honest. I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” I start to stand. “Goodbye, Dominic, I’ll think of you every single time I spend a penny of that money.”
“What?” he says nervously. “Olivia, wait.” I turn around. “Please,” he begs now. “You don’t understand. If you don’t give me the money, they are going to …” He stops talking when I turn back around.
“Funny, I thought you had no idea what I was talking about? Now all of a sudden, you know.” I shake my head. “You worthless piece of shit. You put those fucking accounts in my name without me even knowing.”
“Listen to me, Olivia. I didn’t mean to get you involved in all of this. But,” he says, looking at me, “I had no choice.”
“We all have choices,” I say and walk back to him “Don’t we, Dominic?” I put my hands on the table in front of me. “Just like the choice you made to put a bounty on my head.” I refuse to show him how scared I am. I refuse to show him one more tear.
“I’m sorry,” he now says. “But I need you to get me that money,” he starts to say. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “The only thing you are sorry for is that you didn’t win.”
“I need that money!” He starts to yell. “Give me back my money!”
I look at him one last time, and I don’t even say goodbye to him. I walk away, and then I hear him banging on the glass. “I’ll fucking kill you myself, you fucking bitch!” he shouts. “I will fucking end you.” I put my hand to my stomach, and I see it’s shaking. The guard opens the door, and once I’m out of the room, I bend over and vomit in the trash bin that is in the corner.
Chapter Thirty
Casey
The minute she turns and walks away from him, I’m out that fucking door, making sure I’m there for her. I find her right before she throws up in the trash can in the corner.
I waited for her the whole time, pacing the small fucking room. The whole time, listening to the conversation. She sits there with all the grace in the world, showing him that he isn’t in charge of her. Showing him that he doesn’t have anything on her. Showing him that she is a motherfucking boss, exactly as I knew she would. She didn’t waver, she didn’t shake, she didn’t shed a tear. She did none of that and I was so proud of her. But now seeing her throw up and shaking I want to bust into that room and end his life myself. “Darlin’.”
I rub her back and then hold out a handkerchief for her. She puts it to her mouth and then looks up at me. Tears well in her eyes. “I hope it was okay.”
“It was perfect.” I take her face in mine. “You were perfect.” I take her in my arms, and she wraps her arms around my waist.
“Olivia.” I hear Agent Duchene call her name. “You got it.” He smiled at her.
“Get the wire off her,” I say. “My car is waiting and so is my plane.” He nods, and they take her into the room, and the lady comes over and unclips all the wires from her.
When we walk out of the room the detectives are there. “If we need anything, where can we reach you?”
“She’s going to be with me,” I tell them. “You can reach her through me or through David,” I tell them. “You have my number and his also.” I put my arm around her and turn her around to walk out of the prison. I don’t even bother looking back, and when we get into the car, she puts her head back and closes her eyes.
“Are you okay?” She opens her eyes and shakes her head.
“No.” She blinks away tears. “I’m not okay. Nothing about this and today was okay and that sucks.” I’m about to say something. “It started so well and then this.” She turns to look out of the window, and I don’t say anything else. I watch her, and when we get on the plane, she takes a bite of her food and then goes to lie down. I sit next to her while she lies down on the couch that they turned into a bed. I watch her the whole time, my own thoughts going all over the place and when the wheels touch down, I pick her up and carry her to the truck. She mumbles and wakes up for just a minute and looks around.
“Did we land?” she asks, and I push the hair away from her face.
“We did,” I say. “Rest.” She puts her head back and closes her eyes. I make my way to the house and when we get there, I see the lights are off and I know that Jacob and Kallie left this afternoon when they arrested Dominic’s guy. I pull up and as delicately as I can I take her out of the truck. She is dead to the world, everything that she went through the past couple of months finally came full circle today. I tuck her into the bed, after I take off her shoes. I undress myself and grab a bottle of water going to the bed. The whole night I don’t sleep, instead I watch her, making sure she is okay.
When the sun comes up, she stirs next to me and she blinks open her eyes. “What time is it?” she mumbles, stretching out beside me.
“Six,” I say, just watching her and taking in everything thing about her.
“I guess I was really tired.” She laughs and then looks over at me. Her eyes are lighter this morning.
“Are you hungry?” I get out of the bed now, afraid to touch her, knowing that one touch would not be enough, knowing that with her one touch is never enough.
“I am just a bit,” she says, watching me grab a T-shirt and put it on. “Do you have to get going?”
“I have an appointment with Beau in an hour,” I say, avoiding her eyes. “I’ll go start the coffee.” Turning to walk out of the room my chest is so tight, it’s surprising I can breathe. I start the coffee and stand here, watching it drip. My head is telling me that it’s better this way, my heart yearning to go back into the room and declare my love for her.
The soft knock on the back door makes me look up, and I see Kallie standing there with Jacob behind her. I walk over, unlocking it, and the door opens.
“Hey,” Kallie says to me. “Is she up?” She looks over at the hallway, and I nod my head. She starts to walk down to the spare room, but I stop her.
“She’s in my bed,” I say, and when she turns to say something, I put my hand up, and she must see something else because she doesn’t say a word. She says nothing. All she does is turn and walk to my bedroom.
I wait until she is out of sight before I turn to Jacob, and he just looks at me. “Did you get the news?”
“I did,” he says. “I got a call from the detective early this morning. He was hanging in his cell.”
I shake my head. I want to say I’m surprised, but nothing about Dominic surprises me especially the way he took the coward’s way out. “Derek sent me an email at three forty-seven. He was revived on the scene but died on the way to the hospital.” I shake my head. “Fucking coward.”
“He knew the end was coming for him,” Jacob says, and I walk back over to the coffee machine and pour myself a cup. “It was only a matter of time. Does she know?”