This is me making the decision consciously, in full control of my wits.
Forget everything that happened before this moment and start fresh.
I think about my dark-eyed protector for a moment, regret curdling in my belly.
Then I breathe out and let him go.
I choose myself.
Chapter 6: Phoenix
6
I don’t park in front of the diner. It’s common knowledge that Weston’s is tied to the Bratva. Nothing definitive, of course. But rumors carry weight. Especially if you repeat them often enough.
I grab the extra jacket I keep in the back of the Wrangler and walk down Las Vegas Boulevard towards the unassuming little diner.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling as I walk to meet her. Weariness? Uncertainty? Annoyance?
Why the f**k have I gone and made her my problem? It’s not as though I don’t
