“You don’t owe him jack s**t,” she said. “Anything he thinks you do owe was cleared by whatever the f**k went down in Columbia. You’re free and clear. You tell him to go f**k himself and make me proud of you. I got myself into this. I’ll pay the price for it.”
“No,” he growled.
“Why not?” While he still had one of her hands in his vice grip, Nya rested the other on his hip. “It’s no big deal if you don’t love me anymore,” she said. “If you don’t love me, you don’t care what happens to me.”
She wanted him to admit that he cared but knew he never would. “I gave him my word,” Archer said. “I won’t go back on that.”
“Before you broke up with me. You gave him your word before you ended our relationship when you still gave a f**k about me. Hexam has the club and Tag is mixed up with Farrah.
