We all watch Ruby’s face crumble into pieces as the lawyer tells her that the house is hers, that it always was.

Then, he looks at me and I stop breathing. I watch his lips move without hearing the words, and I know everyone’s eyes are on me, especially Murph’s.

“The business and property deed for 915 Broadway Blvd, Wicked Ink, shall be bequeathed to Ms. Savannah Young as sole owner, manager, and holder of this deed.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off of my face. His business belongs to me. The lawyer hands me a letter, but I’ve already read it.

I wait for the explosion, the fight, the confusion—but there is none. He just stares at me, and I want to reach for him, but I’m too broken to move.

The rest of the room reacts when Murph doesn’t. Ryder’s expression is confusion, and Ruby’s in shock, but they’re all watching me, waiting for me to do something.

And all I do is turn to look at him.

For a few long moments, everything is frozen. No one expected her to leave his business to me, but then again, people see me as nothing more than his one-night stand. Or one-month stand apparently.

Finally, he gets up and walks out of the room, and this time, I don’t follow him.

I miss winter. The hot summer breeze isn’t nearly as refreshing or calming as the colder months on the island. When it gets above 85 out here, rides on the bike just don’t have the same effect. My long ride around Wicked does nothing to calm my nerves.

Maybe I’ll get out of town for a bit. Maybe forever.

This could be a fresh start. What’s keeping me here now? No shop. No family. I have the guys, but Logan is about to move on with Sierra and who knows what’s in the future for them. Marriage, kids? How long will this stupid motorcycle club idea last then? Nobody wants to be hanging around old guys when they have a beautiful girl to go home to.

The thought makes my chest ache again.

Picturing Savannah on my couch, curled up and comfortable does that to me. This vision of her in my home and the idea that it could be ours—nope. Fuck that. After how I’ve treated her this month...why on earth would she stay? I basically just told her in the nicest way I could to fuck off. Get your money and go.