This was a man who had lived a lifestyle that I couldn’t even dream of. Who knew freedom, true freedom. Power.
My eyes scanned around the room, looking at the shapes of the people I’d come to care greatly about.
I didn’t look at their eyes, though. I wasn’t brave enough for that.
Family.
They were his family.
Not mine.
These were people who truly loved each other. Fought for each other. Would die for each other.
I hadn’t known relationships like that existed. The closest thing I’d had to friends were people who would delight at seeing me brought down. And families. I didn’t have any of that.
I didn’t belong here.
The cold detachment in Swiss’s eyes told me that.
I did not belong here.
My fate awaited me outside, waiting for me in a hundred-thousand-dollar car, listening to pretentious music, likely thinking of all the things he’d do to punish me.
“Whatever you think of me, I love you,” I whispered, not strong enough to look into his eyes. “Thank you for giving me this. Giving me… me.”
Then I turned on my heel and walked out.
I was gone, girl.