"It's my fault that they showed up to your door with f*****g sledgehammers. Because I drove you back in my nice cars or I sent you home with designer shopping bags. They saw you and you became a target because of me. f**k I knew I should have f*****g moved you the second I met you!" Suddenly he's back to angry, but I don't feel that it's directed at me entirely. His hands grip the counter tightly as he speaks, his voice slowly becoming louder the longer he speaks.
"Rhodes..." I once again make an attempt to ease his mind.
"Do you have any idea what that would have done to me? If something had happened to you?" He asks sincerely, his forehead slightly creased. It causes the breath to catch in my throat, he truly does believe this is his fault. I move slowly around the counter towards hi
