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"Take another fucking step and you're going to be eating through a straw, motherfucker," Giant growls, stepping into the kitchen from the hallway.
Troy wheels around to face him, shocked.
"Surprise, motherfucker." Giant grins at him, the gun in his hands steady. "Bet you didn't expect to see me, did you?"
Troy doesn't say anything. He just stares at him for a long moment. And then something in him…shifts. I'm not sure how else to describe it. It's eerie. One minute, he's just standing there, staring at Giant in silent resignation. The next, he blinks and spins toward me, his expression completely blank. He takes a step in my direction and then another, quickly closing the distance between us.
Giant doesn't hesitate. He fires.
I squeeze my eyes closed as Troy stumbles to a stop…and falls.
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
"Are you coming?" Colter asks, poking his head into my room through the passthrough door adjoining our rooms.
"What? Where?"
Colter's brows furrow as he steps fully into my room. "What the fuck is going on with you? You've been tense and distracted all day."
"I can't get ahold of Aspen." It's been hours since I last heard from her, and she's not the only one not answering. I've tried Cormac, Dillon, and Jack, too. No one is answering. No one has called me back yet, either.
The pit that opened in my stomach when I left this morning keeps yawning wider. Something is wrong. Aspen wouldn't ignore my calls given the situation. Neither would Cormac or Jack.
"Shit," Colter says, pulling his phone from his pocket. "I'll call Razor and see if he's heard anything." Razor Montgomery, his brother-in-law, runs in the same circles as Cormac and Dillon. And Razor's twin, Ryker, used to work for the CIA. If anyone can get me info, Razor can.
"Thanks," I mutter, pacing across the hotel room. There's not much room to accomplish it, but I need to move. I'm going stir crazy. Actually, I think I'm just losing it in general. Not knowing what's going on is stressing me the fuck out. Honestly, not being there right now is what's stressing me the fuck out.
Leaving her in the middle of this shit doesn't feel right. I should be with her right now, not seven hours away. Maybe this is why we never met when Nash and I played together. The universe or whatever knew she'd change my entire future. It knew as soon as I met her, my priorities would shift.
Hockey was my life once upon a time. Right now, it's the thing standing between me and the woman who makes me feel alive. I never thought I'd see the day I wanted something else more, but that day is here. It arrived the moment I met her, I think.
"Noah!" Colter shouts from his room. His tone sets my teeth on edge.
We meet at the door.
I know my intuition was right as soon as I see the look on his face. I grip the door handle, praying to God he doesn't tell me that she's hurt.
"He doesn't know exactly what happened," he says, "but Giant shot someone."
My knees threaten to buckle. "Tell me she's okay."
"As far as he knows," Colter says, clamping a hand on my shoulder. "She and Giant were at the Sheriff's Office for a few hours."
"Where the fuck are they now?" I growl.
"I don't know." He grimaces. "Razor was going to see what he could find out for you, but no one knows much right now."
"Jesus Christ." I drag my phone out of my pocket again, dialing Coach.
"What do you need, Diamante?"
"I need to go home," I growl. "There's an emergency." I quickly fill him in while Colter tosses my shit into my bag.
"Shit, yeah," Coach says. "Go. Do you need a lift to the airport?"
"I'll catch an Uber."
