Borden 2
Page 19“She wants to meet him.”
And she didn’t give me much choice in the matter. She’d nearly had a heart attack after learning I’d been living at his place for a while. She’d said it was too soon, and I couldn’t exactly let her in on the whole situation with the text, otherwise she really would have died right there on the spot. I was fucked. Enormously. Because Borden wasn’t a warm and sweet kind of guy. It was going to be a disaster.
“Maybe she’ll like him,” Blythe said, though I could see the doubt in her eyes.
“She’ll loathe him,” I replied frowning. “And he’s going to love it.”
Borden had tunnel vision. All he cared about was me. He barely gave anybody the time of day. If you were against him, he simply didn’t give a fuck. Even if you were a sweet old lady. This was going to be interesting.
When I finished my first sandwich, I excused myself to go to the toilet. It was halfway there I noticed a familiar face seated a short distance from our table. In direct view of us, Hawke was spread out on his chair, arms crossed, eyes firmly focused on mine. I stopped immediately, my heart skipping a beat in my surprise.
What the hell was he doing here? He never followed me.
Feeling irrationally angry, I stomped to him, my own arms crossed, a deep angry frown on my face. I stopped in front of him, and for a split second I took in the sight of him. He looked like a creepy vampire or something, dressed all in black, his long dark hair loose around his shoulders, his face particularly pale today like he’d been deprived of sunlight. My eyes then dropped to the table and at the strawberry sundae he’d half demolished. “You like strawberry sundaes?” I blurted out, my brows furrowed. “Like, what the fuck?”
With that gravelly voice of his, he retorted, “What’s wrong with a strawberry sundae?”
Instead of saying that though, I just shook my head. “Why are you here, Hawke? I have Graeme and a whole brigade of men around the street as it is. I don’t need a babysitter in here.”
“Just following orders,” he simply replied.
“Since when has Borden told you to follow me?”
He didn’t respond, opting instead to just stare at me with his dark eyes. They reminded me of his brother too much, and I felt a strange chill dart down my spine. I didn’t know much about Hawke, had never cared to in all honesty. He loathed me and he’d made no effort concealing that the entire time I’d worked for Borden. But after seeing his brother and the strange interaction they’d had with one another, I was suddenly a little curious about him. Maybe part of me didn’t think he was all that trustworthy knowing he was tied in with the bikers.
“Don’t have anything to say?” I pressed, leaning forward as I glared at him. “So you insult me any chance you get in the office, but now that we’re alone, you’re suddenly a mute?”
He still didn’t respond. Those dark eyes continued to peer into my own. He wasn’t going to back down, and I didn’t want to either. I could have had this staring contest all day if I wasn’t in the way of the waitress and Blythe wasn’t waiting for me at the table.
“Fine,” I told him with a hard voice, straightening myself. “But don’t get used to this, Hawke. I don’t need you around. There’s nothing you can do that another one of Borden’s muscle can’t. Go and enjoy your sundaes stalking somebody else.”
I turned around to leave, but not before catching the small smile on his lips. It infuriated me and it took everything in me to press forward. I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, he was gone, his sundae left abandoned, a ten dollar bill next to it. Had he seriously listened to me? I looked around the café as I re-joined Blythe, but there was no sign of him.
“Borden’s…protective,” I explained to her simply.
She gave me a worried look. “He sends his men to follow you around, Em? That sounds like he’s a stalker.”
“It’s not like that.” It was. I wasn’t going to lie to myself.
She continued to stare at me, waiting for more. I didn’t have the energy to defend him by making up shit, so I shrugged and turned to the task at hand. I took out the money she needed, along with another hundred on top for food. I didn’t let her count it, otherwise she’d have gone against the extra cash. Instead, I closed the money in half and tucked it discreetly into her purse.
I’d never seen her more grateful the entire time we’d been friends. She bopped up and down excitedly, her tired eyes lighting up. We parted ways on the promise she’d be a better friend from now on and keep in touch.
“Don’t even question it,” she told me determinedly.
On the way home, Graeme kept shooting me these glances. I caught him a dozen times, and he’d mindlessly turn back to the road…and then look back at me. I smiled. “Do I have a wart on my face or something? Is that why you keep looking at me?”
“No,” he answered, returning the smile. “I was just thinking how stupid you are for giving your friend money.”
I’d kill him if he did.
“No, but she shows up all withdrawn, and then afterwards you take her to the ATM. It’s fairly obvious what you did.”
“Why is it stupid that I gave her money?” I sounded offended, and I was. There was nothing stupid about what I did. I was helping out my best friend, and he was staring me down like a naïve child for it.
“She’s not going to use that money on what she said she would. That girl was filled with lies. You could see it from a mile away. She took advantage of you, knowing very well how close the two of you are.”
“How do you know that?”
He just looked at me for a long moment. “Why do you think Borden assigned me to look after you?”