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That realization shattered me I never told him, and why not? Because I was a coward, because I was afraid of rejection I let the fear of rejection stop ood chance I was going to die filled with so ret over the fact that I let those three little words scare me silent It was such a mistake not to tell him the truth about how I felt Who cared if he didn’t feel the saotten it off my chest At least then he’d know

His face was all I saw It wasn’t Conlon and it wasn’t Nicole It was Logan Those chocolate eyes and that mussed blonde hair His hard body and the way he said an’s voice was like velvet, sht Boston accent I loved all of those things about him

But, most of all, I loved his heart I loved the way he protected his sister from the wrath of their an ever wanted to do was help people and give the in his own disease He was openly flawed, stubborn, and sometimes so difficult it s because I loved him

“He’ll getthe way et the words out at all

Conlon srind reat taste I love tough, strong wo break”

“Fuck you,” Nicole whimpered, her voice nearly inaudible

He ruffled her hair and she flinched so hard I thought the chair she was tied to would tip over “Aw, you already did that”

His sleeve rode up and I saw bloody white gauze wrapped around his forearm It really was his blood all over the house She must have cut hi I never thought I’d hope for There was a lot of blood soaking through the hastily wrapped wound, and I could only assume she cut him deep

“You knoe’re gonna do?” Conlon said and stood up, clapping his hands and rubbing his palan and see what he’s up to”

My heart started to beat faster as I saw him slip his phone out of his back pocket Hethe screen at an’s number He paced back in forth in front of ainst his chin

“Hey, fucker” He eventually spoke into the phone with a smirk on his face

I couldn’t hear the response, but Conlon laughed and shook his head “Don’t worry, your little girlfriend’s just fine What’s that? Oh, no, see, she can’t come to the phone She’s a little tied up at the moment”

I growled in frustration and tugged harder atthe pain as the rope bit into the soft skin of my wrists My ankles, however, weren’t tied, and I was able to knick Conlon in the shin hard enough to make hiers wrapping around ainst the hollow of asp,

“I have a question for you, Logan” Conlon spoke into the phone as he stared down at me with ot a pretty small throat, my whole hand fits around it”

I struggled and he squeezed harder, effectively cutting off ave a s, don’t! Please, please don’t do this She hasn’t done anything wrong Greg!”