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It’s lit now, casting a comforting and homey glow over the room.

There’s a bottle of wine sitting on the middle of the table, two half-full glasses in front of Maverick and Saint, one in Shepherd’s hand.

There is indeed a woman here. She’s sitting on the couch, legs tucked under her as she makes herself at home, in my fucking home!

She’s beautiful with long black hair and bright blue eyes. She could be a super model.

Knowing the status these men have, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually was one.

She’s sitting next to Shepherd, one hand holding a glass of wine, the other laying on the back of the couch, awfully close to his shoulder.

They’re talking, but all I can hear is this loud buzzing in my ears as every negative thought fills my mind.

They’re cheating on me with this woman. Any time they’ve been gone for hours, I bet they were spending time with her.

And they had the fucking nerve to bring her back here!

Is this it? Are they done with me and plan on moving her in after they deal with Rafe. Or do they even care if Rafe gets to me anymore? Are they going to just throw me out on my ass and let him have me?

“We have to take a trip to Greece,” she says. “I’ve been dying to do more with you three. You’ve been so busy. I think it’s about time, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Maverick agrees. “I think that would be a good idea.”

Hearing those words, that confirmation, has a sob lodging in my throat. I back up a few steps before turning on my heel and taking off upstairs.

Without making a sound, I rush back to my room.

“Luna,” I rasp. “Come here, baby. Where are you? It’s time to go.”

I’m balling now, tears spilling down my cheeks. I can’t remember the last time I cried this hard. I didn’t even cry when Ronny beat me. When he held me down and raped me. I became numb.

Even after going through all of that horror, this hurts so much more than any of that.

I thought they loved me. I thought they accepted me. Was this all just some sick fucked up game?

They took me from my home, from my life. All for what? Just to mess with me and now that they made me fall for them, and now it’s time to watch me hurt?

Luna comes padding out of the bathroom.

“There you are.” I rush over and scoop her up into my arms. “We gotta go, baby.” I open the closet and grab the cat carrier. “We’re going home.” Home. It doesn’t even feel like home anymore.

Can I even go back there? Would they come looking for me if I did?

No. They don’t care about me anymore. I’m nothing to them.

I’m spiraling, and I don’t know how to stop.

I don’t even think about taking the time to get dressed, just grabbing my cat and rushing for the door. I need to get out of here before they realize what I’m doing.

“Like they would care,” I scoff, letting out a part-laugh, part-crying sound.

Going out the front door is out of the question, so I take the back stairs that lead to the back of the house.

“Shhh,” I tell Luna when she starts to meow. “Be a good girl, okay? I promise we will be out of here in no time.”

The September breeze hits me as soon as we step outside. I shiver, cursing at myself for not taking the time to change.

Whatever, it doesn't matter. I just need to make it to the garage.