You are mine

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Owen’ POV

The moment I said those words to Taylor, I regretted them. I was a real fucker to her when I told her that just because we fucked it wasn’t a reason enough for her to know my business.

I deserved that slap.

I walked away because I was a coward. I wanted to run instead of facing what I had said to her.

She’s the best thing that happened to me, and what did I do? I screw things up with her.

I need a fucking drink.

The best thing I can do now is to stay away from her. I don’t want to hurt her even more. I already did enough damage.

I don’t go back to my place. Instead, I found myself inside a bar.

I order whiskey and find a place to sit away from the others. I need to be alone.

“Hey, dumb ass! What were you thinking?” Dean stands beside my table with his arms crossed in front of him.

“Not now!” I hiss at him.

That fucker always knows where to find me.

"Yes, now!" He takes the seat in front of me. “You’re going to listen to me, you fucker.” He points his finger at me.

I glare at him, but he isn’t impressed by me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you to act this way with your woman?” He presses on the matter.

I hit my fist on the table as everyone in the bar turned their head toward us. “What do you want me to tell you? That I regretted what I said. Well, I did. Happy now?” I mess with my hair about how frustrated I am. “Now leave me the fuck alone.”

Dean studies me for a couple of minutes. “What happened with your mother?”

I pin my eyes at him. He won’t let go until I talk. “Nothing special. That bitch wants to remarry the fucker.”

His eyes widen. “Your mother wants to give another chance to your father?”

I snort. “Can you believe her?” I rub my face with my hands. “I shouldn’t be surprised by now. She abandoned me after I called the cops on him that night.”

“I’m sorry, that’s pretty fucked up.” Dean sighs. “Maybe next time you shouldn’t go back to her.”

“Believe me. I won’t. I’m done with her.” I take a swing at my whiskey, finishing my drink.

I order another one.

“How was she?”

Dean shakes his head. “How do you think? Taylor was a mess after you left.” He raises his voice as he’s disappointed by me.

I can’t blame him. He likes her.

He clears his throat. “Maybe you should call her or, even better, go see her.”

“I can’t face her yet.” I look up at the ceiling. “I need to figure out what I’m going to do with her.”

“You love her,” Dean says simply.

I tighten my fist until my knuckles turn white. “Maybe I do. All I know is that I’m not good for Taylor.”

The moment the bartender places my drink in front of me. I don’t wait and take it entirely in one go.

Dean shakes his head. “This is bullshit, and you know it.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m going to give you two options. If you want to stay, stay. Shut your trap and have a drink with me. Otherwise, you can leave me the fuck alone and walk away.”