Borden 3 by R.J. Lewis

Author:R.J. Lewis [Lewis, R.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emma

The traffic was bad. Hector sat behind the wheel, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel. He was tense and agitated. He hadn’t said a word since we’d left. He wouldn’t even look at me.

I looked out the window from next to him, staring blankly at the sidewalks and the sky.

Cutting the silence short, I asked, “You’re going to tell Borden, aren’t you?”

His voice was all bite. “Yeah.”

“It’s not something I can talk you out of?”

“You honestly want me to fucking lie to your husband? Is that something you fucking do, Emma?”

I would normally feel enraged at that sort of question, but I was calm. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Borden will go mad.”

“Do you fucking blame him? You went straight to that weird fuck. You put yourself in danger.”

“You didn’t stop me from going in.”

“I expected a room full of fucking junkies.”

“He’ll blame you for it.”

Hector let out a cold laugh. “He’d be right to. I didn’t think…” He shook his head, lost for words for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d ever believe you’d be hanging around someone like that.”

Now I looked at him, curiously. “Thought I was a clean flower my whole life, Hector?”

He shrugged, nonchalantly. “I heard about your story. About your ma and shit. I knew you came up hard, but you had a fucking granny. Heard she gave Borden a hard time, and I’ve been around her, so I fucking know she’s tough as shit. I can’t see a version of reality in which she’d fucking let you out the door with the likes of that guy.”

“What sort of guy do you think he is?”

“Fucking poison.”

“He’s more like tar,” I corrected him. “Once you get him on you, he’s impossible to wash off.”

Hector’s eyes drifted to mine. He took a moment before asking, “How’d you wash him off then?”

“With time. But there are parts still…parts he’s still attached to.”

“I get that,” he muttered under his breath, looking back out at the streets.

“I know.”

Hector had serious baggage. I sensed his brokenness even when he was a manwhore. Even when he pretended to be cocky and misogynistic. We didn’t vibe back then—I’d made sure of that, only because I knew if I let Hector in, we’d vibe more than my own fucking husband. And lately, I was letting him get close, and it didn’t frighten me, though it reminded me of Graeme and that made me sad.

Graeme was killed because of me.

Because I made bad choices.

Like the bad choice I made when I went to Neverland.

“I shouldn’t have gone there,” I said, on the verge of tears. “You could have…I was being stupid. I’m sorry, Hector.”

Hector ruffled my hair just then like I was a kid. “I made the final call. I wanted you to feel like you could do these things, and you should be able to. But it’s not that kind of world, is it?”

“No.”

“But you have Borden, and you have me. If it can be done, I’ll try my best to make it happen.

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