Chapter Forty-Two

MACE POV

It has been hell since Tilda left. I was but a shadow of my old self, looking for new ways to satiate my hunger. I buried myself neck deep in work, forgetting what it feels like to be with a woman. I find other ladies throwing themselves at me repulsive. I had been on a hunt for the past two weeks. Trying to avoid the thought of Tilda creeping in, I swore to find the bastard that cost me my joy. I was to castrate him and make an example of him for all cartels to learn.

But each time I find myself alone, I keep struggling and trying everything possible to fight the urge to go bring her back. I remind myself over and over again that what happened was for her own safety.

"She is safer without me." This has been my national anthem since I let her go. I don't know if I did the right thing, but I knew I just wanted her to be safe.

I find it so difficult to go back to the house; I had made use of my lodgings and avoided the mansion like it was hunted.