Too Late: The Don's Regretful Pursuit

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mutual arrangement th

owled through the halls as if she a

t was a grand, sweeping curve of marbl

ming up. We met

g my path. "I thought you'd have gotten

lina," I said, my grip t

He believes whatever I tell him. I told him you were rude to me a

Her perfume was cloyin

ways loved me. You're just a contra

ustion bleeding into my voice

t. She wanted a fight. She wanted to w

, she reached o

wearing heels, and I was tired,

d. My hand slipped

orld

fe

e. A sharp, sickening crack echoed throu

ed against th

n my skull. Whi

ing for air, the taste o

was a piercing, theatrical sh

g wouldn't obey. I looked

on the floor. Catalina, standing at the top of the stairs

e didn't so much as glance at

the stairs

d Catalina. "Cat! Are you

hest. "She tried to push me! She slipped

spered, stroking her hair.

en years comfort the woman who pushed me, while

t. Not the dinner.

cruciating, but the clari

iture. If a fixture breaks while inj

ambulance,

d. Cold. "You're lucky you didn't hurt her,

carried her away from the 'danger.' H

d my vision. I

lence was deafening. My leg wa

d for ten minutes. He chec

ing no inquiry into my condition. "You ne

the ceilin

use

t," I w

brat. I have to go any

l

zed. A text

t. It showed Jax draping his suit jacket

about me. Thanks for the p

he phon

who came in to check m

e?" I

, ho

d like ash, but also like freedom. "Can you tell