Part 3 (1/2)

”You're not a nice guy?”

”No Olivia, I'm not. Honestly I'm the worst kind of person.” His low voice and the fury in his eyes sent a s.h.i.+ver down my spine.

”I don't believe that Jonah.”

”That's because your only seeing what I'm letting you see.”

The warning in his voice had me asking a question before I'd fully thought it through, ”Are you dangerous, would you hurt me?”

”I would never do anything to hurt you but what I do is dangerous and it could get you hurt.”

”I don't understand.” I stupidly said again even though I'm pretty sure that was my cue to run for the hills.

”I know and it's better that way. Just trust me. You deserve the best Olivia not me. You need a nice, clean, quiet guy.”

That did it self-preservation went out the window as my anger over took the warning bells. ”Don't tell me what I need Jonah. You don't know me well enough to know what I need.”

”True and it's better that way. You should go home now Olivia.”

”I'm nineteen Jonah not ten, I think I know when I should go home.”

Jonah's eyes snapped up looking at me with a mix of anger and something else. ”You're only nineteen?” Oh s.h.i.+t. ”What the h.e.l.l were you doing in my club drinking?”

”Umm about thata'”

”How did you even get in?”

”Fake ID.”

”Stay out of my club Olivia.” Jonah said harshly, chastising me like a small child.

Wow this was humiliating; it really was time to go.

”I have to go.” I said in a rush standing up to make a quick exit but Jonah caught my hand.

Looking down at our joined hands I couldn't help the feeling of contentment that washed over me. A look up at Jonah's face told me he was feeling the same.

”If things were different Olivia I wouldn't let you walk away.”

”I wish they were different.”

”Me too.” he said dropping his hand.

The loss I felt from his hand leaving mine was silly I didn't know him and never would but that didn't stop the sting of tears behind my eyes.

Being a person who ended up crying at everything I turned and ran out of the coffee shop before I could embarra.s.s myself further and didn't stop until I was safely in my car.

Chapter 5.

By the time Tuesday night came around I was ready to do anything to get my mind off Olivia. She wasn't mine nor would she ever be.

So why was she still on my mind?

I told myself it was because I was just worried her a.s.shole father would send her on another date with that d.i.c.khead suit but despite telling myself that for the hundredth time it was still bulls.h.i.+t.

So Sunday was spent yelling at everyone and everything while watching the door the whole night hoping Olivia would come in.

Monday and Tuesday the club was closed and I had an hours worth of coded paper work to do and two money drops that only took up Monday morning.

I needed more distractions.

Monday night I found my distraction in a bottle of whiskey.

Tuesday morning my distraction was throwing up the whiskey and cursing the person who made it.

Now it was Tuesday night, I felt like s.h.i.+t and the stunning girl sitting next to me was boring me to death.

”Jonah, help me get the ladies some more drinks.” Denny said giving me a heated look as he pulled himself away from the girl who was all but begging for Denny to take her to his room.

Once we were over the threshold of the kitchen Denny's hand smacked me upside the head. ”What is wrong with you? That girl is throwing herself at you and your acting like your sitting on that couch alone.”

”She just not doing it for me.”

”Give me one reason why?”

”She's not Olivia.” I answered honestly.

”Who?”

”Nothing. Take them both I'm going out.” Grabbing my keys off the counter I left out the back door with Denny yelling after me.

In the car I was so mad I drove without a destination. I was mad at my parents for dying and leaving me with Vinnie. I was mad at Vinnie for pulling me into a life I never wanted. I was mad at Olivia for making me want something I knew I could never have. But mostly I was mad at myself. It shouldn't have taken me this long to finally question if working for Vinnie really was worth the risk. I'd worked for Vinnie for ten years and each year I told him I was done with his business when the year was up. But Vinnie would always do something to pull me back in with the saying of just one more year. But never in the ten years had the need to get out been so great and it had everything to do with Olivia.

The cat in my arms wriggled to get free as I walked back to the section that housed the cats.

It was early afternoon on a Sat.u.r.day so the shelter was packed with screaming children. Normally I didn't work at the shelter on the weekend because too many other people volunteered which left little to do. But this weekend I would take what I could get because the moment I stop I would have to explain to myself why I was acting like the love of my life had just broken my heart. It was silly really, Jonah wasn't the love of my life he wasn't really part of my life at all. So why he was still on my mind after a week was a mystery.

After settling the cat into one of their rooms I got my stuff, said my goodbyes and made my way home to get ready for a family dinner that was no doubt going to try the very little tolerance I had left this week.

Once I got home I went straight to my bedroom finding Ty and Darcy lying across my bed with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

Laughing I joined them on the bed.