Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
But there’s one thing I’ve realized in all of this:
I couldn’t compartmentalize Jane.
Not very well in the past, not at all in the present, and there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to in the future.
I’ve given up a lead position. I’ve lost my privacy. I’ve risked the safety of my family. All for her—and at the end of the fucking line, I can’t shove her in one box and walk away. I couldn’t then; I can’t now.
She is everywhere inside of me. And that’s where I want her to be.
I can see my grandma. Feel her loving hand on my face. Hear her soft, aching voice. Wishing with her whole soul for me to just be happy.
I inhale strongly.
“Before you all start,” I tell them. “I’d like to say something.”
Sinclair gives me a quick once-over. We’ve been on good terms, despite his grievances with a couple men on Omega. That’s about to change. He nods. “Go ahead.”
Sitting forward, I cup my hands. “I don’t want to waste your time,” I say as a professional courtesy. “So I’m not going to beat around this.”
Akara slips me a confused look, his brows crossing.
I expel a breath through my nose, and I address all three. “I’m not breaking up with Jane.”
Price frowns. “Pardon?”
“We want to be together, sir, and I understand that there may be a conflict of interest with me working for security. If that’s going to be a problem, I’m willing to give you my formal resignation today.”
They’re all stunned silent. Whiplashed. This is probably the last thing they expected to hear.
Akara keeps shaking his head. Shock and heat building in his gaze.
I’m sorry.
Fucking him over is one of the worst things I have to do. But I couldn’t warn him because he needs to wipe his hands clean of me. And even hate me. Maybe then he can try to maintain trust with Price and Sinclair.
“You both want to be together?” Sinclair repeats, like it doesn’t make sense.
“Yes, sir.” I’m more on edge, waiting to see where the shrapnel lands.
Price locks eyes with me. His fingers clenching his tablet tighter. But he’s not about to jump the table. They’re all leads for a reason. A cool, controlled temperament is a hallmark to being a good bodyguard.
“I’m going to ask you one question,” Price says, his voice even, despite the bite in his eyes. “And you better be fucking honest with me.”
I nod.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sinclair lets out an aggravated laugh. Price shoots to his feet. I stand at the same time as Akara, who slashes his hurt, angered gaze at me.
“You and me, Thatcher,” he says harshly. “You and me—we’ve protected our men for years. That’s the way it’s been.”
Covering asses, cleaning messes. Good cop, bad cop. Him and me.
I nod.
“And you should’ve known better,” Akara says between gritted teeth. “You knew , more than anyone, what you’d fucking destroy.” His nose flares, pained.
SFO.
His men.
His responsibility.
Nothing I say will make a difference. But he deserves an apology. “I’m sorry,” I say from my core.
Akara shakes his head more, still fuming, still in disbelief.
Sinclair glowers. “This fake dating op wasn’t a gateway for you to stick your dick in her.”
I rake a hand across my mouth, acid in my throat, shifting tensely on my feet. Don’t charge. But I fucking hate how he’s talking about Jane.
“You took advantage of my trust in you,” Price states like a leader disappointed in his men. “And I should fire you right now. I honestly can’t stand to even look at your fucking face.”
That one cuts.
Only because I think of Banks.
How much shit is he going to get for this?
My jaw clenches, muscles flexed. Staying quiet. Opening my mouth isn’t going to help, and I can’t disagree with them. I did take advantage of the op. And of their trust in me to stay professional.
I screwed them.
Price runs two angered hands over his head. He blows out a breath and looks at Sinclair. “He needs to go.”
“He can’t,” Sinclair states. “We have that problem.”
My brows knit in confusion.
Price turns to Akara and asks him, “What are the chances that if we fire Thatcher, Banks will quit security?”
“One-hundred percent,” Akara says, still glaring at me.
That’s not really true. And Akara knows this. My brother would want to stay and protect these families. And I’d want him to keep them safe. Especially if I’m dating Jane.
But I keep my mouth shut.
I trust Akara, who knows a hell of a lot more than I do right now.
Price lets out a long breath and narrows his gaze on me. “I won’t accept your resignation.”
What the fuck is going on?
I look between all three of them. Not interrupting.
Price continues, “After the fight on Halloween, Lily and Loren Hale have requested that you or Banks return to Xander’s 24/7 detail.” Their son.