18. A Memory

LEO.

I looked at my phone. The message was crystal clear, but even then, I had to fucking read it a few times.

‘I’m going to be leaving. With Marcel here, I don’t think it’s smart for me to linger. Arrange me a car, or at least let your security know to let me out.’

She was leaving.

Just how I fucking wanted…

There was no relief, nor fucking excitement at the fact that she was.

Yeah, because once she’s gone, Marcel will have a shit-ton of questions for me to answer. Why didn’t I fix stuff with her ‘mate’, and then Corrado would do my fucking head in about why I let her go.

Stop fucking with yourself Leo, you know that isn’t the reason.

I lit a cigarette, taking a drag on it as I stared at the phone, letting out a string of smoke slowly.

But it was for the better that she left. Her being here was fucking with me.

I texted her back that I’d come to get her, but she asked for an hour in return.

‘Fine.’

I tossed the phone onto the desk and placed my feet on it, resting back in