25. It Doesn’t Make Sense
Twenty-Five
It Doesn’t Make Sense
Guard
Crush is standing outside in the cool spring air, gazing up at the stars.
He does this often, and most of the time, it’s his way of finding time alone and being with his thoughts.
This time is different. His face doesn’t have that serene expression.
He’s fighting his feelings, and I can sense the fear creeping into his soul.
“Mind if I join you?” I ask.
“Sure, Prez.” He forces a smile to his lips.
I lean on the railing and look into his eyes. Yeah, he’s terrified of what he’s feeling for Violet. “You know I don’t lie, and I’m going to give it to you straight.” This has Crush blinking, straightening his back, and going on red alert. “Relax, Crush. This isn’t club business. This is about you.”
“I’m good.” Crush says the words to me, but I know he’s saying them to convince himself.
“Your past is behind you. Leave it there. It no longer serves a purpose. It’s stopping you from finding the happiness you deserve.
You’ve earned the good stuff that’s coming your way.
Not everyone is a liar. As long as I live and breathe, I’ll never let you walk alone.
Bullet will never let you down, even with Amelia by his side. And Violet—”
“Sir—”
I stop Crush from speaking by holding my hand up. “Let me finish.”
Crush nods.
“Violet’s going to suffer more anguish in the next few months.
It’s going to get to the point where she’s going to question whether she should leave town.
You will be the tipping point. You’ll either let her go and wonder your entire life if you made the right decision, or push past the fear that’s crippling you and take a chance.
” I sigh. “I hope you make the right choice. Regardless of what you do, know that Satan’s Pride will stand with you. ”
“She’s not leaving,” Crush insists.
I smirk. “Sometimes you don’t get to call the shots.
Violet needs to have purpose. We all do.
It’s not going to be easy for her. She’s living with guilt, and she’s afraid of what will happen with Vance.
Running seems like the easier decision, but the monsters in our head chase us, no matter where we go. ” I grip his shoulder. “Think on that.”