Page 89 of Heavy

“You good, babe?”

“Yeah, my bad.” I peek over at her and she’s got a big smile on her face. “I’ve definitely been distracted.”

“Pleaseeee, tell me it’s because of your step-uncle.”

Why do they both keep doing this? There’s nothing binding us—I don’t care that my mom married his brother. Eamon didn’t adopt me, and honestly, I’m ready to cut ties with that woman altogether. Every day I spend with Ronan, it’s that future I see. Not the one I’ve been running from because of her.

I’m definitely getting ahead of myself. We only fucked, and this could easily just be that. Sex.

“Let me stop by the pharmacy and see if my meds are still in the system so I can order them. But yes,heis my distraction.”

She mouths a ‘thank god’ before wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me up to stand. “Tell me all about it, and I’m talking about his penis, you can tell me everything else but that’s most important.”

I don’t mind gossiping, but I feel like telling her about his cock isn’t right, not yet. Though, his comment about liking to be watched has me wondering if he’d actually want me to tell her about it. She’s my best friend, I tell her everything, but maybe it’s his past that has me hesitant.

“He is pierced and has a body like some god.”

She sighs dreamily. “Lucky. I wish boytoy would get a few of them.”

I nearly snort. “Oh! So, you can call him that but I can’t!?”

My phone buzzes as she laughs loudly, the echo of it having me worried the other shoppers will think we are crazy and start to stare. I pull out my cell and look, hoping to some god that it isn’t Ronan and he is already home.

It isn’t.

My stomach drops.

Bitch

He cannot keep you safe, you fucking cunt.

Did you send him after us?

I swore I blocked this bitch. Send him after them? What the fuck? Another message comes through, and as I read it, I see the bubbles popping up for another one.

Bitch

Answer the goddamn question!

Looking up at Genevieve, who is yapping away about some book boyfriend of hers, I quickly text back.

Don’t contact me again. I already told you what would happen if you did

I immediately block the number before the new message even comes through, deleting the entire thread—but not before taking screenshots. I’m not stupid; I’ve kept a record of every single form of contact and sent copies to myself through email. I can’t let Ronan see any of this. I’m determined to get out of this on my own.

The last thing I want is to get him involved, and him get sent back to prison. I don’t know how I could live with myself.

I’ve done enough…

“Earth to Cal.”

Shaking my head, I slip my phone into the back pocket of my shorts. “Sorry, what’s up?”

“Do you want to get some chocolate and really bad food for us to snack on while we gossip?”

I smile, completely pushing away the thoughts of my past and grabbing hold of her hand. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Do you know what your uncle wants? Beside your pussy—”