Page 54 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
“When do you want me to leave?” I asked him, in a hollow voice.
Tristian chose not to answer my question, getting dressed instead. I pulled up my clothes too.
“So is that out of my hands too? You’re just not going to tell me when I have to go? You’re just going to ship me off somewhere whenever you want?”
Tristian’s jaws clenched tightly. It was hard to imagine we’d had sex so passionately just a few minutes ago. There was a part of him still inside me. I felt his cum trickling down the inside of my thighs. I choked up with tears the more I thought about it.
“I don’t know any of the details yet, Elsie. I haven’t thought about it long enough,” he said in a low commanding voice.
I got off the bed and stood in front of him, shaking my head.
“If you make me disappear, you’re not any better than Aldo. You’ll be doing the same thing he did—imprison me. I’ll have no freedom.”
“For fuck’s sake!” he growled, louder than he’d ever spoken to me before. “You’ll still be alive.”
He made for the door and I didn’t want him to leave. I went after him and grabbed his elbow. He turned around to face me and we stared at each other in silence for a few moments.
“I don’t know how I’ll get through it alone,” I murmured. I left out the part about him. I didn’t know how I’d get through it without him.
“You’ll have people with you, looking after you. I’ll make sure of it. You’ll never be alone.”
My nostrils flared as I gulped down my words. It had to be him. There wasn’t anyone else I wanted to be with, but him.
“I’m sorry, Elsie, but it’s the only way I can keep you safe. You need to go as far away from here as possible.”
I took my hand off his elbow and stepped back.
“You can come back some day, when it’s safe. You can have your life back, but to reach that point, you have to do this.”
I turned and threw myself on the bed. I didn’t want to look at him anymore. I didn’t want to hear what he said.
There was silence for some time and then he left the room, softly shutting the door behind him.
Tears trickled down my cheeks into the fresh smelling bed linen. I pressed my face into the sheets and breathed in the smell of him. What if I never saw him again? What if our paths never collided?
I owed him my life. I owed him everything. I loved him.
He just didn’t feel the same way about me. I’d always known it, but now there was no denying it.
It was over.
There wasn’t anything I could do to change his mind because Tristian Doherty always did exactly what he wanted to do.
He wanted to send me away.
Thirty
Tristian
Brendan found me smoking a cigarette by myself out in the gardens. Pretty much at the exact spot Elsie and I had stood over an hour ago. Before she realized I was about to betray her too. Just like her father had turned her world completely upside-down.
“You wanna be left alone?” my brother asked, coming up behind me.
“Kinda,” I groaned, without meeting his eyes.
I knew he’d figure it out if he looked at me. My brothers always figured it out.
“Something tells me you’re worried about her. Elsie.”
“I’m not going to have to worry about her safety anymore. I’ve decided to make her disappear.”
“Disappear?”
“Poof. Gone. I don’t want Aldo to ever find her. Ever lay a hand on her again. She could’ve died out there. If we were just a few hours late, he would’ve killed her. He was done with her.”
Brendan put a hand on my shoulder and I had no choice but to look at him.
“But he wasn’t able to do what he wanted. She’s here and she’s safe.”
“For now.”
“Things are different now. We’re all keeping an eye on her. She’s going nowhere.”
“She’s going somewhere nobody will find her.”
“For how fuckin’ long?”
“Why the fuck do you care? You didn’t even believe her story,” I snapped.
Brendan drew his hand away from me and shoved it in his pocket.
“I was being skeptical. I was being overly protective of my family. I didn’t want to put anyone in danger because of someone we didn’t know or trust. I didn’t…I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship with her, bro.”
“I wasn’t. I’m not. There’s no relationship.”
“But you’re fucking her.”
“I have fucked her. That’s it. I’ve fucked a lot of chicks.”
Brendan glared at me because we both knew I wasn’t being honest. The silence between us was deafening.
“What do you want me to say?” I groaned.
“What you’re really feeling.”
“Feeling? What the fuck, man.”
“There’s nothing wrong with feeling something for a chick. I feel something for Rosalie I’ve never felt for anyone before.”
