Gio
“Where the f**k is she?” I paced back and forth along the bank of windows, and with each pass I could feel myself becoming more and more irate.
From his place on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, The Judge glanced up at me. “I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders and I hated how flippant he was being. Of course, he could afford to not care. Keeley wasn’t his woman. She was mine. And she was gone.
Somewhere out in the city she was alone. That was all on me. In my fear of what could happen to her, I had pushed her away, made her think I didn’t want her. The fact that she had been gone before The Judge arrived just proved to me that she had believed the worst of me.
“If you had got here on time.” I was venting and didn’t care. I was to blame, not him, but I needed someone to punish
