“I just never got to close that chapter in my story. I-I wish I could go home again so I could.”
“Then what?”
“MO,” she whispered.
I smiled at that.
Move on.
MO meant she wanted to keep going without greeting fans. She’d mouth it to me or whisper it into my ear after events.
“So your wish on your star is to go home to Chicago? To your old life?”
“I guess. Silly, huh?”
“No, Red, it’s not silly. You deserve to close out those chapters. When you’re really ready, I’ll go with you.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “As long as I breathe, I’ll make sure your wishes come true.”
She threw her arms around me, and I hugged her tightly against me, knowing my words were my truth.
And fuck me for that.
I dialed Anson, but it went to voicemail.
“Fuck,” I said, trying again, but it did the same thing. I pulled up Evan’s number, but it only rang and rang.
I got out of the cab after it pulled in front of my building and ran inside to my apartment. I grabbed a bag and started stuffing my shit back into it as I dialed Anson again and got nothing.
Irritated out of my mind, I pulled up the flight app and booked a flight to Chicago. If I left now, I’d make it in time.
I raced outside and hailed another cab before heading to the airport. I kept trying the guys, but no one answered. Even Klaus wasn’t answering.
Panic ebbed through me at what that could mean, but I was headed there, so I’d know soon enough.
But fuck, soon enough didn’t seem soon enough.
23
EVAN
Iwiped the blood off my face before I got into the back of the SUV Frank was driving.
“Where to?” Frank asked.
“Home,” Klaus said.
Frank put the SUV into drive and pulled away from the warehouse where we’d just killed three men who claimed to be part of a ring that was taking women.
They kept babbling about a redhead, so we took that to mean Rosalie. We tried to get them to talk, but they kept giving conflicting information, which just irritated me.
So I beat them to death with my bat.
“My phone is broken,” Anson muttered, staring down at the busted screen. “Fuck.”
One of the guys had fought us a little harder, and Anson’s phone had fallen out of his pocket and broken.
