“Domino,” Bones growls, “what the fuck are you still doing here? Where is she? I signaled you to go after her.”
My eyes find Domino. He flinches, realizing he fucked up.
“She refused,” he says with a weak shrug. “Didn’t want help. And then… you two started brawling. I mean, fuck! It’sAdora. You really wanted me to follow her? I thought we hated her!”
I blink through the static.
Then I drag both hands down my face and scream through my fingers. “FUCK!”
“Go after her,” I bark, already turning, already moving.
I bolt to my room.
The second I cross the threshold, my legs refuse to move.
Not long ago, she was here, sleeping in my bed. Curled against me like she belonged nowhere else.
I force myself to breathe. Once. Twice. My hands are shaking. She’s out there. Barely dressed. Alone. After everything I did — after the fucking crucifixion I just dragged her through — I know what kind of place her mind must be in. I know the damage I inflicted. I saw it in her eyes. I don’t have much time.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and open the tracker app.
The location loads.
My heart crashes through the floor.
Hospital.
She’s at the fucking hospital.
“Fuck,” I whisper. And then louder, harder, “FUCK!”
I don’t stop to think. I run.
- Bonus Scene - Green Road Bridge
Ria
I’m fucking owning PUBG today. My entire team was wiped in the first five minutes because they didn’t listen to me — chose to drop into a high-loot warzone like amateurs. But not me. I played smart. Got the gear and made my own plan.
Hmm. I wonder if Tank managed to refill his tires. Maybe leaving him stranded was too much. He was on his best behavior today.
Eh. He’ll figure it out.
Back to the game.
It’s just three of us left, circle closing in, and I’m parked in a bush with full camo, perfectly centered in the last safe zone. These poor bastards don’t even know I’m about to light them the fuck up.
“Ria, get your damn feet off the dashboard. It’s dangerous,” Griffin grumbles like a nervous dad, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road.
Ugh. He’s helping with deliveries today. Nice guy. Sometimes. But right now?
“Shut up,Kitten,” I hiss, eyes glued to my phone screen. My trigger finger is ready. Twitching.
He groans. “Why the hell do you keep calling me that?”
I smile at my screen. “Because when you come, you let out this tiny little whimper. It’s honestly kind of cute. Like a mewling kitten.” Oh, yes! Headshot, fucker! One more to go and I’m eating my chicken dinner!
He practically chokes. “WHAT?! Did — did Temperance tell you that?”
