For fuck’s sake. I need to see her.
Taking his phone out, Barrett makes a call for a cleanup at the old church, and when he’s done, his piercing eyes lock onto me with disdain.
“So your family is like some sort of mafia, hey?” I snap, waiting for Barrett to respond, but he doesn’t. “Do you have clean-up crews on every continent?"
“You don’t get to know a fucking thing until you tell me why the fuck you were following Lily,” Barrett snarls, widening his stance and crossing his arms over his suited chest.
“Fucking fine!” I snap, glaring at him as I fight not to try and punch the fucker. “I’ll tell youeverything, but you have to promise to let me talk. Let me explain everything so you get the whole picture before you respond.”
Barrett’s dark gaze drills into me, making me feel an inch tall, but then he nods, so I take a seat on the old metal chair, and I reveal the truth.
CHAPTER 37
LILY
My lids are heavy as I drag them open, slowly blinking away the grogginess. It takes a few tries for my vision to clear, my eyes a mixture of sand and water. I’m not expecting to find myself in a hospital room, lying in a bed with a drip running from the back of my hand up to an IV bag with clear fluid.
“Lily.”
Asher.
Turning my head slowly in the other direction, my eyes lock onto him, and a grin tugs at my lips. There he is.
His lips kick up a little at the corners in a soft grin, but it looks strained.
Something is wrong.
Frowning, I blink to see him better, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek, right under the black eye he’s sporting, as well as his puffy lip.
Was that from his fight at The Rough House? I don’t remember it being that bad.
“What happened?” I ask nervously, before movement behind Asher draws my attention, and I notice Barrett leaning against the wall.
Shit. What the hell…
“Why am I here?” I rush out, glancing down to see if my legs are still there, and relieved to see them under the sheets.
I move them to test them out, and relax when I not only feel them move, but see them move.
Shit. Why are they acting like something really bad happened to me? If it’s not my ability to walk, then what the hell is it?
“Asher?” I squeak, needing one of them to answer me.
“You don’t remember?” he asks, and I shake my head, wracking my brain.
All I find is fog.
“Why don’t you refresh her memory?” Barrett hisses to Asher, who stiffens.
“Asher?”
He straightens in his chair, clearing his throat.
“You were led into a trap,” he explains quietly, his eyes laser focused on mine. “At the old church on Shepard and Dayble. Do you remember going there?”
The old church…
Suddenly memories slam into the forefront of my mind, making me gasp.
