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Chelle
I go to work the next day like nothing happened. Like everything’s normal in my world. I told Janette I got the bruise from running into the doorframe when I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Zane texted me at two in the morning to tell me his hand requires surgery.
I didn’t reply. I had zero f***s left to give about Zane’s situation.
I know I should be grateful to Nikolai for getting me and Zane out of his mess. I am grateful.
Except the gratitude rips my heart to shreds. I don’t want to feel anything for him.
I want to write this whole thing off.
Pretend it never happened. Move on and never, ever look back.
I can’t have this level of drama in my life. I don’t run with motorcycle clubs or d**g dealers. I definitely shouldn’t run with the Russian m
