I take the keys out of my pocket and unlock the big blue door, gasping when I open it. “Oh my God,” I say, stepping in.

All the bottles behind the bar and the glasses have been smashed on the floor. The stools that sit in front of the long bar are tossed over and all over each other. The wooden tables look like they’ve been thrown around. I take a step in, and the sound of glass crunches under my cowboy boots.

“Don’t touch anything,” Jacob says. He walks to the side, taking out his phone and calling Grady, his second in command. “Yeah, get the crew together and meet me at Savannah’s bar.” He listens and then looks around. “It’s been trashed.”

I can’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks as I look around. I’m so angry that this still gets to me. I’m angry that someone trashed the place that I’ve worked my ass off to make successful, and I’m yet again the brunt of the hatred of this town. I built this bar up and expanded it five times since I bought it, bringing in something new each time. I walk over to the back where I have the pool tables and see that whoever did this also took their frustrations out on the tables and sliced the word whore in each table. “Was your alarm on?” Jacob asks, and I nod my head.

I walk over to the alarm system and see that it’s off and no lights are on. “We set it every single night,” I say, and he walks outside to check it. I walk over to the bar area, and I don’t know why, but the sight makes me feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach. All the bottles and glasses are shattered on the floor. I walk over to the side and see that my office door is still closed. I’m expecting to find that trashed, too, but my desk is perfectly neat, the way I left it, and the safe is still intact. Closing the door, I walk over and grab the broom to start sweeping up the glass. I ignore the pain in my chest, the tears running down my face, and the burning in my stomach. I ignore it all because this is what I deserve. It’s what I’ve convinced myself I deserve for ruining everyone’s life with my choices.

The front door opens, and Jacob enters with Grady behind him. “The wires were cut,” he says, and I hear Grady hiss.

“What the fuck?” He looks around, then looks at me. “The guys should be here any minute. We’ll get this place good as new.”

“You have to call the insurance,” Jacob tells me, and I just nod.