Three days passed.
Three long, silent, goddamn days.
No messages. No calls. Not even a glimpse of her. It was like she vanished off the face of the earth. And every hour that ticked by only twisted the knife deeper into my chest—not that I’d ever admit it aloud.
I wasn’t the guy who got affected.
I wasn’t the guy who cared.
But with her?
It was like my own rules stopped working.
I sat in the corner booth of Luca’s, the dim lighting casting shadows on the scarred mahogany table. The whiskey burned as it went down, but it didn’t numb the ache. Rafe sat across from me, phone in hand, distracted by something—probably Valenie being a brat again.
“You gonna keep sulking or do I need to slap you out of it?” he muttered, not even looking up.
“Don’t push me,” I warned.
He smirked. “She’s
