and I stepped inside. Taking deep breaths, I fought off the darkness. I would not do this here. My craziness was affecting his work. No, no! I would stay focused.
When the doors opened, I stepped out and walked straight to the parking lot. When I reached my car I got inside and reached for my phone.
"Tripp," I said when he answered.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to come get me. It's time I left," I replied.
He was silent.
"Trust me. I will tell you after you get here. Don't tell Woods. Just come get me. It's past time I left."
"What did he do?"
I let out a heavy sigh and grasped at the strength I hoped was inside me. "He wants out. My issues are too much for him. He just doesn't know how to tell me. Please, it's time I left. I want to live my life now."
"I'll be there by lunch tomorrow. I just have my bike."
"I'll pack light," I replied.
"You can ship everything else. I'll text you an address."
"Okay."
"You're sure about this?"
"Yes," I replied.
Woods
My mother had called two of the board members my dad was closest to and told them that I was letting Della work at the club. Then she'd proceeded to tell them Della was mentally unstable and dangerous. She'd gone as far as to make up shit about Della trying to hurt her. My mother had lost her mind.
Jace walked into my office after I'd had a long meeting with the two men and lost my argument about Della. They wanted background checks on her. I knew what they would find and I refused to do it. She wouldn't want that.
"You look ready to murder an entire village with your bare hands, bro. What's up?" I stormed past him and to the stairwell. I needed to yell and hit a wall. That was the safest place to do it.
I ran up two flights of stairs before I stopped and slammed my fist into the wall, cursing everyone responsible. Della didn't need this right now. She was doing so much better. How was I supposed to tell her about this?
"What happened?" Jace asked from behind me. I hadn't realized he had followed me.
"My fucking mother happened. Her and Angelina. They're evil and twisted. How is it that my mother is so damn screwed up? What happened to her and my father to make them such fucked-up individuals? To make them think they can control lives? They can't! This club is mine and if I want to fire every motherfucker on the board that my father set in place, I will! It's time for a new board anyway," I snarled, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
"I don't know how you've dealt with the crazy as long as you have," Jace said, sitting down on the steps and watching me pace.
"It was what I had to do. I couldn't just let her be alone. But it's affecting my work. At least when Angelina was here she helped," I said.
"You need to keep your ass away from her insane shit. You have a corporation to run. Dropping what you need to do to deal with one of her batshit crazy episodes isn't fair. You need to fix this problem," Jace said, as if it were easy. How was I supposed to just turn away from my mother? I was all she had.
"I can't. How the hell do I do that?" I asked, stopping my pacing and leaning against the wall. If it was a choice between Della and my mother, I would choose Della. If she forced my hand, I was going to have to turn away from her. First, I needed to decide about the board. I needed a lawyer. My own lawyer, not my father's. I was done using the people he had set in place. Things were different now and I didn't need a crazy-ass phone call from my mother sending board members to my office questioning my decisions.
It was time I made sure this place was run by me. My board would be made up of people I trusted and confided in. It was time for a new generation.
"Jace," I said, turning to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"You ready to be a board member?"
Jace frowned. "What?"
"I'm getting a lawyer. I'm firing the old board and starting my own."
A grin spread across Jace's face. "Hell yeah," he replied.
For the first time since I'd gotten the call earlier that day, I
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