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“So we need to figure out what the call was,” Melody enthused.
“No, take me to him.”
“What?” Echoed around the cabin of the car.
“I’ve been here for weeks being a little bitch about everything going on and clearly something has happened. Regardless, he has no right to my parents’ home.”
“You have no idea what is waiting for you,” Melody protested.
“I have no idea what will happen if I don’t go,” I levelly retorted.
And so it began. The pros and cons of me walking like a slab of meat into the wolves den or stalling until Mateo sent one of his gooiness after me.
“You’re right,” Peyton reluctantly agreed after a tense silence had befallen upon us. “Because there’s a big ass Yukon that’s been trailing me since I left the parking lot.”
I looked in my side mirror and immediately spotted the truck in question. It wasn’t even bothering to be discreet.
Hitting send on Mateo’s number for what had to be the fifth time I was once again greeted by his voicemail. There’s no way he would turn his phone off so I could only assume he blocked my number, which led me to conclude he was ensuring whatever conversation we needed to have would be done in person.
So I told my best-friend to take me to him.
I didn’t think of it as him and I.
Or me and him.
I thought me verses. him.
My mind was oddly calm, my nerves buzzing with only slight
worry.
The gates to his estate were already wide open when we arrived.
They closed as soon as Peyton’s car made it through with the Yukon right behind us.
An expect the unexpected energy took hold of my psyche at precisely the right moment.
“Is that…” Melody’s voice trailed off.
“That’s my car,” I confirmed. “Or pieces of it.”
My PT cruiser had been sitting in the garage with the same flat tire it had gotten the night all this started. It had been towed to Remmington Hill and shut away. My uncle wouldn’t allow such a cheap car to sit out in the open. His words not mine–I loved my little humbug. Or I did. Now it was in Mateo’s driveway dismantled to the point of being nothing other than a plum frame.
“Elena–––.”
“Stay in the car,” I demanded, grabbing the folder and stepping out, going straight to the front door.
Without knocking, I pushed it right open, not bothering to shut it.
I headed towards Mateo’s office where voices were coming from. They all ceased when the sound of my heels reached their ears.
“Give me a moment, please.” I heard Mateo say just as I reached the threshold.
They came out as I went in, two younger men in suits.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded to know, skipping all casualties.
“Ah, my twisted angel. Shut the door,” he lazily replied, raising his brows when I kicked it closed with my heel.
