Chapter 24
SamsonI slung my bag over my shoulder and marched up the stairs to the third floor of Regina Scott’s mansion, determination solid inside me. That was who I’d become. Solid as a rock, as a mountain.
I’d spent the past how many f*****g years bored out of my mind, flitting from business deal to business deal, opening clubs and restaurants, occasionally screwing a model and drinking for pleasure. None of it had worked. Nothing had excited me.
Not trips to Vegas or holidays in the Bahamas. They were good, sure, but nothing had filled that gaping hole, that yawning maw that threatened to suck me down into obscurity.
And now she’s filled it but pushed me away.
“f**k that,” I growled.
I’d leave because she’d asked me to. She needed the space. She hated the idea of becoming like he
