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"Never stop loving me the way you do."
His fingers curve around my jaw as he tips my head back, his lips brushing mine. "Not ever, Sparrow."
We barely make it through the front door with takeout bags before his phone starts ringing. It's already been a long day and I still have to be at the studio to record the final track for the album in two hours.
"Fuck my life," Gideon growls when he sees Zayne's number flash across the display. "I need to take this, Sparrow. Zion may be in jail."
"Jail?" I blink wide eyes at him. "Your family is way more interesting than my family, Gideon."
"It's a long story. I'll tell you after I talk to Zayne."
I shrug and take the food bags from him to carry them into his kitchen. His place is a lot bigger than mine. I don't think I realized how much money Gideon makes until I saw this place. It's freaking massive. But he was just as content in my tiny one-bedroom apartment as he is here. I love that about him.
I also love this house. It's beautiful, with a spacious, open floor plan and tons of natural light. He built it himself. Well, he designed it. Someone else built it. He doesn't have the patience for construction. The house is nestled in the woods at the end of little neighborhood of ritzy homes. It's quiet and peaceful, a lot different from Music Row.
"What the fuck?" Gideon roars. "What do you mean, Zion's been shot?"
No. Oh, no.
I drop the bags on the table, racing back to the living room to see him gripping the back of the couch, his face white as a sheet. I run to his side, wrapping my arms around him.
He looks like he's going to pass out.
My heart hurts for him. He's been here before. Zion's been shot before. I can only imagine how he feels right now, hearing that it's happened again. He adores his brothers, even though they give each other nine kinds of hell. I think he'd walk through fire for them if they needed him to do it. They're close, as close as me and Kane.
"When?" he growls into the phone.
I can't hear what Zayne's saying, but he's talking a mile a minute.
"Jesus Christ. I'm on my way." Gideon chokes up. "He better not fucking die, Zayne."
Zayne says something else and then Gideon drops the phone.
"Gideon, I'm so sorry."
He grabs me, holding onto me for dear life.
"Fuck, Sparrow," he rasps, his voice raw with emotion. "I can't do this shit again. He's my brother."
"Go. You have to go."
"I can't leave you here alone."
"Yes, you can. He's your brother. Right now, that's where you need to be. I'll call Kane and ask him to come to the studio with me. But you have to go." I press my palm to his cheek. "He needs you."
He shudders in my arms and then presses a hard kiss to my lips. "Don't leave this house without Kane," he orders me.
"I won't. I promise."
He pulls me up against his chest again, holding me tight. "I love you, Kenna."
"I love you too, Gideon."
He lingers for another moment and then he's gone, racing out the door to get to his brother. I send up a quick prayer, hoping that God is answering today. He can't lose Zion. It'll destroy him.
I retrace my steps to the kitchen, put our food in the fridge, and then call Kane.
It takes him a minute to answer.
