Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me.
- Al Capone
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Emerald Davidson's POV
My hands were shaking and my breath was leaving my lungs in heaves, but I wouldn't allow myself to pull the car to the side and take a break. I couldn't.
Every second I hesitated was another second in which they could hurt Cath, and if that happened I would never be able to forgive myself. Who knew what Ian had already done to her even. The girl was tough, but not tortured-by-the-mafia tough. I knew enough about their techniques to know they could break her, and I planned on arriving well before that happened.
With a quick motion of my hand I brushed away a tear that had threatened to fall down my cheek. This was all just so incredibly unfair. I wasn't one to curse fate, but Satan really had to take a break with me. A shitty fiancé was one thing, but losing a friend to said asshole was something else. This was not only my problem anymore and I didn't like that.
Whatever feud the heavens as well as the Picard family seemed to have with me, it was with me. Cath didn't deserve to be dragged into this shit.
I hardly even noticed how fast the trees were passing me by as I pushed the gas pedal a little further into the floor. My knuckles were turning white due to my firm grip on the steering wheel, but I couldn't care less. I was afraid and sad and most of all I was angry - at Ian, at myself, and at life in general.
Once again I went through the lines I had carefully prepared in my head. I didn't know exactly how much Ian and his father knew, but if need be I'd reveal the entirety of my 'treason'. It wasn't like it would put Riva in any more trouble - Ian's and his family seemed to already have their problems anyway - and I was willing to suffer any punishment if it meant freedom for Cath. I didn't have much of a choice.
Chante's villa was only a few more minutes away, and I could feel my heartbeat increasing as well as my thoughts calming down. Willpower was forcing me further if nothing else. I was doing the right thing here.
There was a small voice in my head that regretted one part of this situation in particular though - this obviously meant the end of my collaboration with Riva. Our friendship - or whatever it was that had started to grow -would have to die again before it had even fully begun. The man was still on my mind 24/7 no matter how hard I tried to forget about our weird kiss. It wasn't even like he had wanted me too, it wasn't even like it was going anywhere; but I couldn't stop myself from feeling just a tiny spark of regret. Even if we hadn't exactly been the best of pals I had still found him interesting, to say the least. I wanted to get to know him for reasons beyond my own comprehension, and now I never would.
