Crap. Was I going to miss him? "Okay, thanks, Vince. "
I went back to the elevator and changed my mind. Id take the stairs. Woods normally took the stairs. I might miss him if I took the elevator.
The moment the door to the stairs closed behind me, I heard Woodss voice from below. Stopping, I considered going back into the office. I didnt want to eavesdrop.
"I dont know how youve dealt with the crazy as long as you have. " Jaces voice stopped me from leaving, as did his words. I froze with my hand on the door.
"It was what I had to do. I couldnt just let her be alone. But its affecting my work. At least when Angelina was here she helped. " Woodss words were like cold water being poured over my head.
"You need to keep your ass away from her insane shit. You have a corporation to run. Dropping what you need to do to deal with one of her batshit crazy episodes isnt fair. You need to fix this problem. " Jaces words made the numbness in my heart start to spread.
"I cant. How the hell do I do that?" Woods said in a frustrated growl.
Id heard enough. I had to get away. I had to leave. I couldnt breathe. The darkness was closing in again, and this time I wasnt going to be here for everyone to witness it.
I forced a smile at Vince when I walked back out of the stairwell and headed for the elevator. He didnt ask and I didnt explain. I just kept my focus on the elevator doors. They opened and I stepped inside. Taking deep breaths, I fought off the darkness. I would not do this here. My craziness was affecting his work. No, no! I would stay focused.
When the doors opened, I stepped out and walked straight to the parking lot. When I reached my car I got inside and reached for my phone.
"Tripp," I said when he answered.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to come get me. Its time I left," I replied.
He was silent.
"Trust me. I will tell you after you get here. Dont tell Woods. Just come get me. Its past time I left. "
"What did he do?"
I let out a heavy sigh and grasped at the strength I hoped was inside me. "He wants out. My issues are too much for him. He just doesnt know how to tell me. Please, its time I left. I want to live my life now. "
"Ill be there by lunch tomorrow. I just have my bike. "
"Ill pack light," I replied.
"You can ship everything else. Ill text you an address. "
"Okay. "
"Youre sure about this?"
"Yes," I replied.
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My mother had called two of the board members my dad was closest to and told them that I was letting Della work at the club. Then shed proceeded to tell them Della was mentally unstable and dangerous. Shed gone as far as to make up shit about Della trying to hurt her. My mother had lost her mind.
Jace walked into my office after Id had a long meeting with the two men and lost my argument about Della. They wanted background checks on her. I knew what they would find and I refused to do it. She wouldnt want that.
"You look ready to murder an entire village with your bare hands, bro. Whats up?" I stormed past him and to the stairwell. I needed to yell and hit a wall. That was the safest place to do it.
I ran up two flights of stairs before I stopped and slammed my fist into the wall, cursing everyone responsible. Della didnt need this right now. She was doing so much better. How was I supposed to tell her about this?
"What happened?" Jace asked from behind me. I hadnt realized he had followed me.
"My fucking mother happened. Her and Angelina. Theyre evil and twisted. How is it that my mother is so damn screwed up? What happened to her and my father to make them such fucked-up individuals? To make them think they can control lives? They cant! This club is mine and if I want to fire every motherfucker on the board that my father set in place, I will! Its time for a new board anyway," I snarled, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
"I dont know how youve dealt with the crazy as long as you have," Jace said, sitting down on the steps and watching me pace.
"It was what I had to do. I couldnt just let her be alone. But its affecting my work. At least when Angelina was here she helped," I said.
"You need to keep your ass away from her insane shit. You have a corporation to run. Dropping what you need to do to deal with one of her batshit crazy episodes isnt fair. You need to fix this problem," Jace said, as if it were easy. How was I supposed to just turn away from my mother? I was all she had.
"I cant. How the hell do I do that?" I asked, stopping my pacing and leaning against the wall. If it was a choice between Della and my mother, I would choose Della. If she forced my hand, I was going to have to turn away from her. First, I needed to decide about the board. I needed a lawyer. My own lawyer, not my fathers. I was done using the people he had set in place. Things were different now and I didnt need a crazy-ass phone call from my mother sending board members to my office questioning my decisions.
It was time I made sure this place was run by me. My board would be made up of people I trusted and confided in. It was time for a new generation.
"Jace," I said, turning to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"You ready to be a board member?"
Jace frowned. "What?"
"Im getting a lawyer. Im firing the old board and starting my own. "
A grin spread across Jaces face. "Hell yeah," he replied.
For the first time since Id gotten the call earlier that day, I felt lighter. I wasnt going to let my mother control me. I was in control. My grandfather had left it all to me. Even her home was now mine. If she wanted to fuck with my life Id fuck with hers enough to make her stop. She was my mom, but Della was my life.
Four hours had passed since Id left Della. Dammit. Id lost track of time. Grabbing my phone, I headed out the door to my truck. My call went straight to her voice mail. Shit!
Dellas car was in the driveway. She was there. Maybe shed been outside when Id called her. I had promised her dinner tonight in Seaside. I was two hours late. This wasnt fair to her. I couldnt keep her here all the time. She was coming back to work with me. I needed her help. She was good at her job.
Opening the door, the smell of roasted garlic and tomatoes met my nose. I closed it and followed the smell to the kitchen. Della was standing at the stove with a black apron on from the club, stirring a pot.
"Hey," I said quietly so I didnt startle her.
She spun around and smiled at me. There was a sadness in her eyes she couldnt hide. Id made her sad. My leaving her here had upset her. She had wanted to go to work today. I would have to explain all that tonight.
"I decided to cook instead of us going out," she said.
I walked over to stand behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist. "It smells incredible. "
"Good. I havent made lasagna in a long time. This sauce is hard to get right. "
Something was off in her voice. I hated that she was upset.
"Im sorry about today. "
"Dont apologize. Please, dont. You had work to do. I know that and Im okay with it. "
She didnt want my apology. What was upsetting her then?
"You can come back to work tomorrow," I told her.
"I dont think Im ready for that yet," she replied.
She wasnt ready for it? Today shed tried several times to go back to work. What had changed?
"Why do you think youre not ready? Did you have another episode today?"
She shook her head. "No, I think its just too much on me right now. I need to get a better grip on myself first. " She turned and looked up at me. "Lets not talk about it tonight. I want to cook you dinner and enjoy being with you. "
I tucked my head in the curve of her neck. "Okay," I replied. We would talk about it tomorrow then. "How can I help you with dinner?"
She turned and kissed my head. "You can slice the French bread, butter it, then sprinkle it with garlic powder. I need to t
oast it. "