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The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(7)

By:Sam Crescent

“Because there was a moment sometime last year before all the shit happened when Vicki looked happy. I guess you and Vicki had more than a moment together.” Stefan rubbed his eyes. “Look, you can do what you’re doing, and that’s fine by me, or you can admit you’ve got feelings for Vicki and give you guys a chance. Either way, I’m not letting her leave town until you make a decision. If you haven’t approached her by next week, me and the boys are taking her to her dad.”

The bike roared to life as Stefan turned it on. Tristan watched until the bike was driving in the distance in the direction of the only bar.

Vicki was leaving him. She never talked to him or smiled, but at least she was around. What was he going to do when he wouldn’t even see her on a Sunday?

Running a hand over his face Tristan set off in the direction of her house. He didn’t have a plan of any kind. He needed to see her with his own eyes and hear her say the words that would take her away from him forever.


Vicki filled Zoe’s glass with water while she had another tall glass of red wine. Zoe was pregnant and couldn’t drink.

“Okay, you’re going to have to tell me what has caused this sudden girlfriend-drink event. I know you, Vicki. You’re not one to drink.”

She drained the glass of red wine. They’d worked together at The Dugout, and it had taken everything Vicki possessed to get Zoe to open up. Zoe was older and was currently in a relationship with three men, Jake, Brent, and Connor were all friends and with Zoe.

“There’s something I’ve got to tell you, and I don’t think you’re going to like it all that much.” Vicki poured more wine into her glass. She wasn’t alcoholic or anything. The wine helped give her the courage to tell her friend she was leaving. After finishing work at Stefan’s place her father had phoned to confirm an apartment and college course.

“You’re scaring me. I don’t like this. You’re drinking, and that’s never good. I know about the baby and Tristan. Tell me.”

Licking her lips, Vicki placed her glass on the coffee table. “I’m leaving Law Castle.”

After everything she’d done to befriend this woman Vicki couldn’t believe she was going to leave her. Zoe didn’t handle friendship all that well. She’d been in the foster system, and connecting to her was hard.

Vicki connected with her, and now she was going to leave it all behind.

For the best. Leaving town and starting a life somewhere else is for the best.

“What? No, you can’t leave Law Castle. You love it here,” Zoe said. Her glass of water joined Vicki’s on the coffee table.

She shrugged. “I’ve got to go.”

“Is this because of that pig of a Sheriff?”

“He’s not a pig.” Why am I still defending him after everything he’s done?

Zoe gave her a pointed look and snorted.

“This is not about Tristan. It’s about me.”

“Tristan is the one who got you pregnant. The town don’t know about his involvement, but he also claims to be a married man. Where’s his wife?”

Again, Vicki shrugged. There was nothing else she could do.

“No, you don’t get to shrug something like that off.” Zoe grabbed her arms and shook her. “You’re not leaving. You’re my best friend. Outside of my men you’re my only friend. Yes, I chat with Cheryl and Chloe, but they’re not like you.”

Tears threatened to spill over, and Vicki forced them away. She stood, taking hold of her glass and the bottle of wine. Moving to the window she stared out at the dark street. The pain was apparent in Zoe’s voice.

“Tristan showed me a picture. I told him I loved him, and he told me to get over it. I was a quick fling.” Vicki laughed remembering the incident. She’d gone to the station to pay him a visit. The deputy got chocolate cake, and Tristan sent him out. She’d spent the morning sucking Tristan’s cock and taking him deep inside her body. Even as she thought about what came after his claiming, her body still melted for a touch of him. She’d wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered the words. Instead of getting the same emotion spoken back to her, she got a frozen brick wall of asshole. Sipping the drink she turned back to Zoe. “He didn’t tell me his wife’s name. I only know she was blonde and perfect and everything I’m not.”

Zoe gazed up and down her body. “When was the last time you ate?”

Shaking her head Vicki tried to remember but drew a blank. Food held no appeal to her. She couldn’t stomach sitting down and eating.

“I don’t know.”

“Vicki, you’ve got to eat. You can’t go on pretending nothing is wrong. You’re not eating, and if you’re not careful you will really hurt yourself.” Zoe stood in front of her.