Mission incomplete

POV

X

I am just now pulling into the house after my two-hour drive back from San Diego.

Earlier this morning, I went to a flower shop and bought some flowers for Millie's mom. I know Millie will probably never know about the flowers or the note but honestly, it wasn't for her to see. It was an appreciation to her mother for raising the love of my life.

I don't know where Millie and Stephanie stayed last night or even if they stayed in San Diego last night but I slept in that prick, Ghost's truck in a nearby parking lot of the cemetery. I was so exhausted from the lack of sleep, drugs, alcohol, driving and just everything this past weekend brought on.

My hands are still so fucked up that I need to get Evelyn back over here later to get the rest of the glass out. As soon as I had that camera notification come up on my phone yesterday morning, I booked it out of Julian's place leaving Evelyn in some serious confusion.

By now, Evelyn is used to our antics. She gets paid well to not question anything and just do what she's told.

Now that money is on my mind, I need to secretly find a way to pay for Millie to stay somewhere. I've always had more than enough money to just blow on whatever the fuck I wanted. I could've offered a long ass time ago to pay for a motel or hotel for Millie to stay at the second she told me about her financial struggles but I purposely didn't. I wanted her to stay with me.

Right now though, I'm positive she'd never step foot back in this house so trapping her here isn't an option like it once was.

The dreaded walk up to my penthouse has my mind filled with the memories of Millie and me. I need to do this eventually though.

I open my door and see wine bottles neatly placed on the side of the countertops. My heart is already pounding with sadness.

There's obviously work to be done but fuck it. I just want to be alone with my thoughts today. I need to figure out a way to get Millie back, I'm not giving up on this, on her, the way everyone else did.

I walk over to my room and take a deep breath before opening my door.

I walk in and the black covers are pulled back from a couple of nights ago when she laid in here last, alone, while I was downstairs giving the wrong girl attention. I lay myself on the bed wishing she was here with me. It smells like her still and it's killing me, I want my girl back.

I take my gun, the gun that Millie pointed directly at my face, and open my bedside drawer to put it back in its original place.

A note?

There's a note sitting where the gun usually sits.

X, if something happens to me, just know I love you.

Fuck! Fuck me!

I fucking lose it, tears fall down my face at the note that my baby wrote.

Just know I love you.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I need to find her. I need to make this right, even if she never wants to be with me again I need to apologize to her and let her be happy whether it's with me or someone else.

Someone else..no fuck that. Whether it's with me or no one else.

Just the thought of Millie being with someone else kills me, I can't even fucking imagine how she must've felt seeing me with not only one but three other girls that she despises. I feel sick to my stomach for being such a fucking idiot.

As if my mind is read, I get a call from Ray.

"What is it, Ray?" I ask intrigued.

"Hey X, good news, I have been able to track Emily's phone, she's currently driving towards Los Angeles." He explains.

I look down at my hand that still contains some of Millie's phone in it, she got a new phone? Thank god.

"Okay, when she stops, let me know where she is," I say and hang up.

I'm feeling slightly better knowing I can track her down and try to talk to her soon.

I get into the shower, I need to look my absolute best for when I show up unannounced to wherever Millie ends up going. When I'm out of the way too needed shower, I throw some product in my hair and put on my most expensive cologne that I know she loves. I pull on a pair of black jeans and a dark gray T-shirt.

I get a call from Ray just as I'm putting on my silver watch, he explains that she's at a nearby motel. I look it up on my phone.

Nope..that shit ain't gonna work, I'm not having my girl stay in some cheap dump for two weeks with only god knows what kind of people are staying there.

Not fucking happening.

I start walking towards the front door until I hear a knock on the other side.

Ugh great..I have a mission I'm on right now, everything else can wait.

I open the door and…."what the fuck…?" I ask stunned.

POV

X

I am just now pulling into the house after my two-hour drive back from San Diego.

Earlier this morning, I went to a flower shop and bought some flowers for Millie's mom. I know Millie will probably never know about the flowers or the note but honestly, it wasn't for her to see. It was an appreciation to her mother for raising the love of my life.

I don't know where Millie and Stephanie stayed last night or even if they stayed in San Diego last night but I slept in that prick, Ghost's truck in a nearby parking lot of the cemetery. I was so exhausted from the lack of sleep, drugs, alcohol, driving and just everything this past weekend brought on.

My hands are still so fucked up that I need to get Evelyn back over here later to get the rest of the glass out. As soon as I had that camera notification come up on my phone yesterday morning, I booked it out of Julian's place leaving Evelyn in some serious confusion.

By now, Evelyn is used to our antics. She gets paid well to not question anything and just do what she's told.

Now that money is on my mind, I need to secretly find a way to pay for Millie to stay somewhere. I've always had more than enough money to just blow on whatever the fuck I wanted. I could've offered a long ass time ago to pay for a motel or hotel for Millie to stay at the second she told me about her financial struggles but I purposely didn't. I wanted her to stay with me.

Right now though, I'm positive she'd never step foot back in this house so trapping her here isn't an option like it once was.

The dreaded walk up to my penthouse has my mind filled with the memories of Millie and me. I need to do this eventually though.

I open my door and see wine bottles neatly placed on the side of the countertops. My heart is already pounding with sadness.

There's obviously work to be done but fuck it. I just want to be alone with my thoughts today. I need to figure out a way to get Millie back, I'm not giving up on this, on her, the way everyone else did.

I walk over to my room and take a deep breath before opening my door.

I walk in and the black covers are pulled back from a couple of nights ago when she laid in here last, alone, while I was downstairs giving the wrong girl attention. I lay myself on the bed wishing she was here with me. It smells like her still and it's killing me, I want my girl back.

I take my gun, the gun that Millie pointed directly at my face, and open my bedside drawer to put it back in its original place.

A note?

There's a note sitting where the gun usually sits.

X, if something happens to me, just know I love you.

Fuck! Fuck me!

I fucking lose it, tears fall down my face at the note that my baby wrote.

Just know I love you.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I need to find her. I need to make this right, even if she never wants to be with me again I need to apologize to her and let her be happy whether it's with me or someone else.

Someone else..no fuck that. Whether it's with me or no one else.

Just the thought of Millie being with someone else kills me, I can't even fucking imagine how she must've felt seeing me with not only one but three other girls that she despises. I feel sick to my stomach for being such a fucking idiot.

As if my mind is read, I get a call from Ray.

"What is it, Ray?" I ask intrigued.

"Hey X, good news, I have been able to track Emily's phone, she's currently driving towards Los Angeles." He explains.

I look down at my hand that still contains some of Millie's phone in it, she got a new phone? Thank god.

"Okay, when she stops, let me know where she is," I say and hang up.

I'm feeling slightly better knowing I can track her down and try to talk to her soon.

I get into the shower, I need to look my absolute best for when I show up unannounced to wherever Millie ends up going. When I'm out of the way too needed shower, I throw some product in my hair and put on my most expensive cologne that I know she loves. I pull on a pair of black jeans and a dark gray T-shirt.

I get a call from Ray just as I'm putting on my silver watch, he explains that she's at a nearby motel. I look it up on my phone.

Nope..that shit ain't gonna work, I'm not having my girl stay in some cheap dump for two weeks with only god knows what kind of people are staying there.

Not fucking happening.

I start walking towards the front door until I hear a knock on the other side.

Ugh great..I have a mission I'm on right now, everything else can wait.

I open the door and…."what the fuck…?" I ask stunned.