Empire of Sin(Empire #2)(80)

And Anastasia is the only one who drives it away.

I don’t care how often she tells me we have to break up, I’ll just refuse until she comes to her senses.

When I reach the IT department, though, she’s not there. I find Gwen lounging at her post, drinking a milkshake and reading from a stack of files Nate probably gave her.

When she notices me, she releases the straw in her mouth. “Oh, Knox. What are you doing here?”

“Have you seen Jane?” Usually, I try to be around here as little as possible, mainly because Anastasia likes to keep everything a secret.

But fuck that, she was never my dirty little secret.

Gwen narrows her eyes. “Why?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Of course, I do. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you roaming around her, trying to intimidate her and stuff.” She stands up and places a hand on her hip, her drink clutched tightly in the other hand. “I protect my friends, you know.”

“And you’ll do that with a milkshake? I suppose this is the time I should act scared?”

“Not with a milkshake. I’ll tell Nate and he’ll fire you.”

“He can’t fire me, Gwen. I’m a junior partner, so he’ll have to make the board agree first.”

“Then he’ll just do that.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can you just not bully the only female friend I’ve ever had?”

There’s desperation in her tone that makes me pause my arseholish remarks. Gwen might as well be Anastasia’s only friend, too.

She’s that lonely and used to acting solo.

“I’m not bullying her, Gwen.” My voice softens a little.

“How can I be sure?”

“Because I like her.”

We both freeze at that, me more than her, because what the fuck am I saying?

“Ohhhh.” She grins. “That sneak Jane never told me. You must be the friend she’s staying with these days.”

So I’ve become a fucking friend now?

“I am. Now, can you tell me where she is?”

“She took her laptop and went to the fourth floor. Apparently, there’s a place she can focus there. I haven’t been to it, but Jane says…”

I’m striding out before she can finish her sentence.

“You’re welcome!” Gwen shouts behind me.

I don’t focus on her, because I’m on a mission to get to Anastasia. She must be in the supply room.

Our room at the firm.

No idea why that fills me with a strange type of energy.

The moment I arrive, I barge inside and pause in the doorway. Soft light bathes the room, which is different from when we’re usually here.

And the reason for the change punches me right across the face when I find Anastasia sitting between someone’s legs, unbuttoning his shirt.

Someone.

Not me.

Someone else.

As in, another fucking man who has his hand on her arm.

The man is Daniel and he’s touching what’s fucking mine.

My vision turns pure bloody red.

Red like I’ve never experienced.

Red like I’ve never seen before.

Something inside me crashes, splinters, and blasts into a million fucking pieces.

And in the midst of the blinding, searing pain, only one thought remains.

The need to fucking hurt.





32





ANASTASIA





“What the fuck is going on?”

There’s a clipped quality to his voice. The voice that I would recognize anywhere. The voice that’s been haunting my reality and my nightmares.

I raise my head slowly, my throat drying, and my skin suddenly turns freezing cold. The air thickens with suffocating tension and my breaths become deeper but shorter, like none of it is reaching my lungs.

And I don’t think it’s only due to the lack of air or his rough, savage voice. It’s his entire presence. The tightness in his shoulders, the clenching of his jaw, the bulging veins in his neck.

Mostly, it’s the light slowly but surely leaving his golden eyes. The light I always found refuge in. The light that anchored me when I needed something to lean on.

It’s gone now.

What’s left behind is worse than rage or even anger.

It’s nothingness. A bottomless black hole that has no end in sight.

Daniel pushes me away and I scramble to my feet as he stands up, the first buttons of his shirt still undone.

He carefully walks up to Knox. “Mate—”

Whatever he was going to say is cut off when Knox drives his fist into his face with a force that makes me gasp.

Daniel reels backward, cradling his nose with both hands. When he checks his palms, I lean over and startle when I see droplets of blood. “The fuck, Knox? Not the face, you bloody wanker!”

As if not hearing a word he said, Knox lunges forward, probably about to finish what he started. I don’t know how I do it, how I get the courage to jump forward.

Usually, I don’t get involved. I’m neither a pacifier nor a shit-stirrer. I just stay in the background, watching with my mouth shut.

But I think that part was purged out of me when I started becoming Jane. When my life took a sharp dive in a direction I don’t recognize.