25. Chapter 24 Ginevra
“I’ll walk you out,” I tell Jude. I glance over my shoulder at him and my gut is telling me not to get too excited.
When Gin is out of earshot, I ask, “When was the last time you used?”
“Why are you busting my balls? I said everything I needed to in order to make my sister happy. For you.”
I glare at my best friend and cross my arms over my chest.
“Can I have my money now?”
I fucking hate that I had to pay Jude to come here to make up with his sister and pretend everything is good. The fucker should have wanted to be at the wedding the first place. I pull out a wad of cash from my back pocket.
“Here.” I slap it into his hand.
“When can I work next?” he asks.
I place my hand on his shoulder. “When was the last time you used?” I ask again.
“Two weeks ago, maybe three. It was when I left my mom’s house after throwing the glass,” he confesses. “Rehab isn’t for me. We’ve tried it and it didn’t work. I’m going to do it my way and see what happens.”
“While you’re using, I can’t have you working.” It guts me on the inside to tell him this and his brows dip into the middle of his forehead.
“I said I haven’t used for a few weeks now. I’m good to work.”
It breaks my heart that I have to tell him no. Jude has always been like a brother to me, but I don’t just have myself to think about now. I have Gin. I can’t have what Jude does putting a target on her back.
“Let’s talk next week. That will put you at a month clean, right?” The way he’s looking at me tells me he knows I’m pushing this off. Jude is too big of a liability.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next week. Sure.”
He extends his hand for me to shake and I take it. “I’ll see ya soon,” I tell him as he presses the elevator button. I watch as he gets in and the doors close in front of him.
I better get Gin out of here before the men come to check out the wedding sheets.