All I Have: Part One

Are you going to pout because Les sent you with me?” Evander asks, looking at me from the driver’s seat. I understood why Les did it. She and the guys were on the run until this sick fucker Jay was caught, leaving me nowhere to go since I couldn’t stay alone. I would wear this bullet wound proudly because Viktor was gone. “I’m not fucking pouting,” I answer. It hurt to be in the car with him. Everything that went down with us had me so damn confused, and by the time I figured it out, he was done with my shit. “Sure looks like it to me,” Evander replies. “Don’t worry; when we get to the house, I’ll make sure I don’t show my face.” “It has nothing to do with that, Van,” I say with a sigh. “I know you don’t want me here.”Evander pulls into the garage at his house and puts his BMW Alpina into park before turning to me. “Is that what you think? I wouldn’t have told her you could if I didn’t.” Before I can answer, he’s already out of the car, on his way to my side. He pulls my door open and, without a word, starts helping me get out of the car. “I can do it myself,” I grouch. He rolls his eyes...."