Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,44

eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. “That goes without say, asshole.”

“Motherfucker,” he muttered before hanging up on me.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew this was a bad idea, but I had to fucking know. Even if I never set eyes on Mystic again after tonight, I still needed to know.

My phone pinged and I looked down to see Lorcan’s text. It had Mystic’s address, phone number, and marital status.

Jackass.

I didn’t need that last piece of information. I had noticed no ring on her finger when I had seen her at CI. It was one of the first things I had noticed when my eyes had scanned the vision that’s haunted me for ten fucking years.

But even if she had been married, I wasn’t sure that would stop me from doing what I was about to do. She could have been married with two children, a pet, and PTA meetings scheduled into 2030, and it wouldn’t have mattered. No one would or could ever know Mystic the way I did.

The proof was in her eyes when I had wrapped her hair in my fist earlier.

Mystic was just as sick and twisted as she always was.

Lucky for her, so was I.

Chapter 25

Mystic~

My mind and body were still on autopilot as I sat in my living room, still trying to figure out if this was my reality or if I was caught up in a horrible nightmare.

That nightmare being a pissed off Gage Evans.

In all honesty, I had hoped to never see Gage Evans ever again. Even though I was the one who had left, it hadn’t been over for us. I had every intention of running away with him. I just never imagined it’d only take him two weeks to write me off. And I carried that pain heavily.

I had lost everything that had been important to me, but I wasn’t going to suffer through it if I had Gage with me. When I had realized I didn’t have Gage either, well, that pain had manifested itself into the empty woman I was today. If not for Rowan, I wouldn’t have any life outside work.

Ugh.

Work.

I wish I could say that this project was my biggest worry, but it wasn’t. When I should be stressing that my boss caught me breaking policy, I wasn’t. When I should be worried about retaliation from Reagan, after learning that my boss had demoted Reagan into my lowly cubicle space and had promoted me into her private office, I wasn’t.

The only thing that was taking up space in my head what that one, pivotal moment when Gage had put his hands on me, and I had been ready to surrender. I never denied I still had those sick, sexual urges, but I thought they were safely tucked away since there was no longer a Gage in my life, and it wasn’t likely I’d ever find another one.

But that was no more.

Gage was back.

Gage was back in my life, and that thought was scary as hell.

Of course, I could be jumping the gun. He was a CEO. He didn’t work on mundane projects. He had a million people under him to take on those types of tasks. I was fairly certain that, even if he did hate me and want to torture me, I couldn’t see him having extra time to dedicate to making my life miserable.

The knock on the door to my apartment snapped me out of my dark thoughts. Since I didn’t have much of a life, the person at the door could only be Rowan or some poor lost sucker, as no one else would bother visiting me. Besides, she was due for a visit since she was back from her work trip.

After learning that Gage had expunged me from his life, I had taken my anger out on my family and nursed my heartbreak using school. I had thrown myself into my studies, until nothing mattered but the perfect scores and grades. I studied myself into exhaustion where Gage could only make an appearance in my nightmares.

As for my family, I had distanced myself from them when it had been made clear that they hadn’t been interested in hearing my side of the story. Gage Evans was bad news, and nothing could convince them otherwise. I had finally stopped talking to them, altogether, after my first year of college, except for my brother. My aunt had made no judgements and had helped me through everything I had gone through, but even then, my bond