“What was that curse you muttered under your breath, young woman?”

I know I need to hold it together, but I’m already bawling. My stupid mascara is running down my face. I look so weak when I should act strong, but I feel like everyone in this family is out to get me.

I press the button for the lobby.

On the way down, two different men accompany me. It’s silent and awkward. I feel claustrophobic. No doubt Byron has updated them about his ill feelings toward me.

At any second, they could turn on me. I’ve never felt fear going into work, but I do now.

I walk outside and catch my breath, leaning forward. I make my way to a bench nearby, sit and try to calm my nerves.

“Bastard,” I cry.

I look up and see Byron’s back turned toward the street. He’s smoking his cigar, gazing into a mirror. I feel dizzy, like I’m having a panic attack.

Okay, so what just happened?

He’s ousting me. That’s what’s going on.

This was just his first move. He knew this would end in one giant, fucked up, emotional explosion.

I skip my “appointment” with Rocco. I just can’t do it.

I turn off my phone and hyperventilate for ten minutes. Then I take the bus back home.

Even with all the crazies on my route, no one matches Byron’s insanity.

I need to think of a plan.

Rocco

I get it. You fuck someone a few times, and you just want to be done with a person. A few times is enough.

I understand how she feels. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Madison was different. Compared to most, she grew up very different. She suffered through the crime-associated name, Napolitano.

I’m offering her a way out, for good, but I’m not sure she’s going to take it.

Maybe I was naïve to think she’d call back. Instead, it’s starting to feel like she just enjoys pushing my buttons.

Sighing, I pace around my house.

I have more than a few buildings in this city, but I enjoy my little home on the hillside. It’s not even the nicest built, but it offers a unique view of Detr

oit. This city has a lot to offer people.

If only the bloodsuckers believed it.

The business is starting to wear on me. I can’t deny that. Even the view from my window seems lackluster.

I can’t stop comparing my time alone to my time with Madison. Why the hell did she stand me up? Am I that much of an asshole? I’m too arrogant for her?

Am I not good enough?

I check my phone so much I eventually have to just set it down in the other room. I head for the bar in the living room and rummage through the countless bottles of alcohol I have.

This place was always perfect for a one night stand.

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