All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain.
Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desp...
Vincent would never go after Hailey because of who her parents are, but the woman I know who is just across the room is exactly the kind of person he would target.
"Out. You're not welcome here anymore." Hailey points to the door, wiping her hands against her thighs as she stands to her full height.
I don't know what Madelyn told her, but I know Hailey would defend her to the ends of the Earth just as I would. It's good, I thought. At least she's not entirely alone.
Her words still hurt, though. I was at fault for causing Madelyn pain, and as she should, Hailey sided with her. We may have been friends for years, but I would never forget the way she was looking at me now.
"I just want her safe, Hails." I say, but she's already shaking her head as she physically shoves me backwards.
"You don't get to call me that anymore." She hits me again, not to hurt me but to let out that little bit of anger I know she hasn't been able to relieve. "Don't you realize what you've done to her?"
I didn't miss the way her voice had dropped to an angry whisper, just as I didn't ignore the aching in my chest as a result.
"I need to see her. I don't want—"
"I don't care what you do or do not want." Hailey interrupts. "She's sleeping because she was up the entire night shaking on the bathroom floor. She came home silent and the second the front door closed she collapsed to the ground. Caleb, she didn't get back up for three hours."
Not a single breath left my body as Hailey spoke, my eyes facing the door to Madelyn's bedroom but my ears trained on every horrible thing I was told—every horrible thing I was responsible for.
"I didn't go to work today because she won't eat and I ended up sleeping on the couch outside of her room last night because she kept waking up screaming from nightmares. She knows you've been outside since yesterday, and yes, she has gotten every single text message Alec sent her in apology. Madelyn doesn't want to see you, and after everything, I think you at least owe her that."
Hailey winced slightly when she saw tears start to fall down my cheeks all over again, but it was because we both knew she was right, even when we wished she wasn't.
I didn't know if what happened yesterday was Madelyn breaking up with us, but I felt the grief of it either way.
We should have told her everything a long time ago, yet our selfish cowardice only left despair in the end.
After she'd trusted us with her father's belongings from Detroit, it was I who had the task of looking into the prints and IDs. The ultrasound picture of Madelyn's half brother Cameron Monet was the worst discovery of them all, though.
I knew how to research, and while Madelyn would never admit it, I knew a part of her despised that her father was never a permanent figure in her life. Sure, Marcus was there, but he never stayed for any more than a few days to make sure Vincent's people didn't link him to his family. Natasha was different, though.
They met two years before Madelyn was born, the pair having a one night stand and never hearing from the other again. Marcus didn't even know he had a son until Cameron was thirteen, but it wasn't a coincidence he and his current wife ran into each other again.
Turns out they both have a mutual agenda, and that's the downfall of Vincent Alcazar and everything he stands for.
While Marcus was away hiding, leaving Madelyn behind, he got to raise the boy—Madelyn's brother—in the ways she never got to have.
There was so much we should have told her, but the conflicting part of ourselves didn't want to hurt her in that way either.
It didn't make our secrets right, but it also didn't come from a bad place either. I would give Madelyn the time she needed—even if it killed me to do so—but I would never give up on what we had—have. God, please let it be have.
"Quite frankly, I have no opposition to having extra eyes on the house considering who you are, but I'm not risking her passing out again from spiraling if she sees you in here." Hailey's arms cross over her chest, and I know it would take physically moving her to get to Madelyn's door.
I knew when I wasn't wanted, and the daggers shooting my way were more than indication enough.
Nodding my head once, just enough to show I heard her, I wiped at my eyes as my fingers came away wet.
There was so much I would say if I could right now. I would say I was sorry. That even though Madelyn didn't want anything to do with me right now, and rightfully so, she would always have a home with me.
I'm not one to carry regret, but hurting her will forever be the one thing I'll never forgive myself for.
"Make sure she keeps the acrylics on." I whisper the only thing I can think of as I slowly back away to the door, even though every instinct in my body tells me I need to be with her.
Even though I have no right to wish this, I can't stand the idea of her hurting anymore than what we've already caused.
"What?" Hailey asks, my question catching her off guard, but I only shake my head as I open the front door of her house.
"Don't let her bite her nails."
Not waiting for a response, I stepped outside and gently shut the door, locking it behind me to be safe.
I didn't know you could grieve somebody who was still alive, but when I sat back down on the cold, unforgiving concrete step, I felt like I'd lost everything.
However despite that, while I didn't deserve it, I found peace in the fact she was at least asleep now, hopefully dreaming of a world where everything didn't hurt so damn much.
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I wasn't sleeping.
- End of Chapter 76 -
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