Traitorous Heart: #7 (The Traitorous Heart Series) Read Online Free PDF

had—it was bigger than anything I could’ve believed possible. And it was amazing. I fell in love with you.”
    I started; surprised he’d used the L word. Was he being serious or were his words a side effect of the medication he was on?
    “What’s so crazy is I don’t need my father’s money. I don’t need him. My mom left me with an enormous trust fund. I’m probably richer than my dad. What I needed though and I guess what I still need is his approval.” He covered his eyes with a hand. “I’m nearly thirty and I still give a fuck what my father thinks.”
    I pulled his hand from his eyes. “Of course you do. I think that’s part of life. Regardless of the size of asshole our parents choose to be, we want them to be proud of us.”
    “But I hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?” He frowned.
    “Of course,” I said, brushing a tear from his cheek.
    He smiled sadly. “Can you ever love me?”
    That was a question I couldn’t answer. “I appreciate you and am so glad we’ve cleared the air…” I trailed off. Could I love Griffin? There was a moment in time when I believed I did love him. But then I’d met Cage. Kind, gorgeous, knows-his-way-around-my-body, and is totally faithful Cage.
    “I’m with someone,” I said, leaning down and kissing his cheek.
    “The lawyer,” Griffin said, looking away.
    I shook my head and smiled unable to help the slight blush that crept into my cheeks. “Yes, the lawyer. Cage.”
    Griffin sighed. His body tensed and then began to shake as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
    “Griffin. What’s wrong?”
    He didn’t answer.
    “Help,” I shouted. The machines attached to his arm began to beep rapidly.
    Several nurses and a doctor ran into the room. “You need to leave,” one of them shouted.
    I moved to the side, out of the way, watching while they worked on Griffin.
    “We’re losing him,” the young male doctor growled, his gaze falling briefly on me before refocusing his attention on Griffin.
    “No,” I cried. “Please no.”
    “Come on. You need to leave.” A nurse with short black hair, brown skin, and big brown eyes forcefully escorted me from the room.
    I found my way to the waiting area, grabbed a Styrofoam cup, filled it with hot water and took a bag of tea before sitting down.
    Hours later the same nurse returned. “Mr. Maxwell’s brain was swollen and there’s too much fluid surrounding it. He’s been taken into surgery.”
    “Is he going to be all right?” I asked, standing because I was tired of sitting.
    The nurse glanced at the floor. “His chances are good,” she said, walking to the door and opening it. “But I won’t know more until he’s out of surgery.” She left and I went back to my seat.
    Nearly two hours later, the nurse came back. “He’s out of surgery and the anesthesia is nearly worn off. You can see him if you’d like.”
    “Thank you,” I said, following her out of the room and down the hall to Griffin’s room.
    As soon as I opened the door, I regretted it. Griffin’s father stood near his son. He wore a navy suit, white shirt, and red tie. He seemed antsy, like he was in a hurry to be gone. At the sound of my entry, he turned and smirked. “Ah, I remember you. The girl from the restaurant, with the scarf.”
    I nodded. He had to know I was more than that, but I didn’t correct him.
    “He doesn’t love you. The boy can’t even comprehend the meaning. Doing so isn’t in his nature.” Griffin’s father came closer. “If you need—”
    “Where am I?”
    I glanced around Griffin’s father and saw that Griffin’s eyes were open. “Hey,” I said.
    Griffin smirked. “Who are you?” he asked, glancing at his father. “Who’s the girl?”
    Griffin’s father gave me an arrogant glare.
    I turned away, lifting my chin. “I’m Katie. Katie Jayne.”
    The doctor walked in. “You’re awake. Good.” He began checking Griffin’s vitals.
    “What happened? Why am I here?” Griffin touched the