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C.G. shook his head.
“I have been, and I hate it,” he muttered. “I’m going to the shop. Let me know when you finally change your fucking mind.”
Then it was just me and Havoc.
“You really gonna keep her around?” he asked me.
“Yes, I replied flatly. Because I just can’t seem to let her go. Or shake the feeling that something isn’t right.
“Why? She’s doing more harm than good,” he said.
“Angela deserves an explanation, don’t you think?” I said, lying to Havoc and myself.
“And after she gets one? Then what?” he asked.
“You know it’ll break her heart when Blythe leaves again. Ev and I hated seeing her go through everything she’s already gone through.
Ev was devastated that she couldn’t make up for it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You hold your twin on a pedestal,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied as he stood up.
“You’re just jealous that Bonnie rarely comes home to see you.”
“Whatever, I grunted.
“Listen, I know you think you’re punishing her, but…” Havoc trailed off. “Just be careful.
Having her here could do more harm than good. C.G.’s already… well, you know.”
“Shall I just throw her back out on the streets?”
I asked with a raised brow.
“No, but maybe you could call Daniel. He can come take her ass,” he said.
Fucking Daniel. I know he’s her father and she chose him over the rest of us, but… I just really hate that guy.
“If he shows up again looking for her… maybe, but I’m not calling him,” I replied.
“Suit yourself, Prez,” he said as he walked out of my office.
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. My phone rang, and I looked down to see it was my dad.
I’ve been avoiding him and he knows it.
“Yeah?” I said, deciding to answer.
“What’s goin’ on with ya, boy?” he asked, his accent much thicker than mine. “Ye were su’posed to be here two days ago.”
“I’Il head out in just a bit,” I told him.
“Aye,” he replied. “And you can tell me all about why ya been avoidin’ me.”
Then he hung up before I could respond at all. I rolled my eyes and blew out a breath. There’s one thing l’ve been putting off that I need to do.
Scrolling through my contacts, I stopped on Tusk’s icon and brought my phone to my ear.
“Prez,” Tusk answered on the third ring.
“Somethin’ wrong? Thought it was okay for me to leave since-“
“No, I’m not callin’ cause you’re in trouble,” | cut him off. “I need to talk to you. Your ol’ lady around?”
I heard some shuffling in the background.
“Be right back, baby,” he said to Angela. A few minutes later he spoke to me again. “Alright, go on.”
“I’m just going to come right out and say it,” I told him. “I found Blythe. She’s back.”
Silence.
“Sorry, you found her?” he asked.
“Yup, in Nebraska, hiding,” I said.
“Hiding? From what? Why didn’t she come home?” he asked.
“Dunno, she won’t say,” I replied. “You can ask her yourself when you get back.”
“Fu.ck, is she okay?” he asked, sounding frustrated and worried.
“She’s… fine,” I mumbled, wondering if that was even true. “Pissed that she’s back here.”
“What? Why?” He asked.
“I don’t know Tusk,” I said. “Something’s… strange about her. Different, but… I don’t know.
Something’s not making sense.”
