“Yeah,” I agreed because it was true. And then I pushed for more. “Are you gonna tell me why you were crying?” Fuck knew if this was the right course of action, but I was concerned for her.
She started crying again. Looking up at me through tears, she said, “My boyfriend…” A sob caught in her throat and she stopped talking.
I frowned. “What did he do?”
Her body was wracked with sobs as she tried to answer me. “He thinks I’m interested in other guys…and he just told me off…”
Fear was written all over her face, and I figured I knew the type of guy she was dating – the type who had no issues with pushing a female around. “Did he hurt you, Magan?” I demanded to know, my fist clenching.
Her eyes widened. “No…well, he did push me up against the wall, but he didn’t mean to hurt me!” She rushed to defend a guy who had no right being defended.
“Jesus.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Has he done this kind of thing before?”
She shook her head. “No, Griff, he’s always been amazing. Like, he’s thoughtful, and caring, and he goes out of his way to always know where I am, and who I’m with so he knows I’m safe. He’s always made me feel special, like I’m the only girl in the world.”
“Have you got your phone?”
Frowning, she nodded. “Yes. Why?”
“Pass it here. I am gonna give you my number, and I want you to call me if he ever does this again.”
She stood staring at me, not moving, so I held my hand out, indicating she should give me the phone. Eventually, she did, and I keyed my number in.
Passing it back to her, I said firmly, “Magan, tell me you’re going to call me if shit goes bad. Guys like this don’t usually just do this type of thing once. And you never deserve to be treated that way. Ever.”
Nodding slowly, she said, “I will.”
I was only half convinced, but I let it go for now. “You sure you don’t want a lift home?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, but thank you,” she said before giving me one last glance, and walking away.
I watched her for a moment, and then headed to my bike. I had no doubt that asshole boyfriend of hers would threaten her again, but I’d be watching to make sure he never got away with doing that shit again.
Just before I headed out of the car park, my phone buzzed with a text.
Blade: The Bond hit failed. He’s still alive. I’m aiming to set up another.
Fuck.
But at least we had some time now that the trial had been delayed.
Another text came through.
Sophia: I’m ready for you, handsome.
Me: I’m on my way.
Sophia: If you’re gonna be a little while, maybe I should get started without you.
Me: Don’t you dare.
Sophia: But I’m so damn wet.
Me: Don’t test me, woman. Do not touch yourself.
Sophia: I love it when you’re bossy.
I’d just placed my phone away when it buzzed again.