Page 8 of Be With Me
He let out a loud sigh. I’d never heard someone sound more done. “Harper, we’re over. What we had has run its course.”
“No! You can’t do this! I can’t live without you. Don’t you see? I don’twantto live if we’re not together. I’d rather throw myself under a train and just end my misery.”
My mouth fell open. Who needed reality TV when this was your life? Were all mob relationships this dramatic?
“Harper,” Romolo barked. “Smarten the fuck up. All we did was screw for a few weeks. It wasn’t that fucking deep.”
Ouch.
She started to cry.
I pressed my palm over my mouth, mortified on her behalf. He was so cold. So goddamn rude. I couldn’t even imagine talking like that to someone.
Where the hell was Nina? And what was she going to do when she walked in onthis?
Footsteps padded closer. A shadow passed the crack in the door.
I flattened myself tighter against the wall.
Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me. Please don’t?—
The shadow moved back the other way.
“Here.” A dull sound reached my ears, like something landing on the bed. “Clean yourself up. Let’s go.”
Harper’s cries slowly died down. She blew her nose. “Will you walk me out?”
“You can find your own way out.”
She sniffed. “I’ll call you.”
“Don’t.”
A few seconds later, the door slammed.
Finally. Thank?—
A sigh.
Crap!He was still here. Why hadn’t he left?
The clicking sound of him scrolling through his phone poured through the air.
I bit on a nail. Was he doomscrolling? How long was he going to stay here for?
A minute of silence passed. “Fuck. Gotta get back out there,” he muttered to himself. He must have been just by the door, because I couldn’t see him at all from this angle.
I heard the door open and then shut.
Gone. He was gone.
I waited a few seconds just to make sure he didn’t come back. When no sound came, I exhaled, peeled myself off the wall, and took a few tentative steps.
Still silent.
Slowly, I peeked my head out.
Big mistake.
