Page 149 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Pissed off.

Too fast.

Too slow.

Not right at all.

“When did I get here?” he asked.

Siena’s brow furrowed, and she stroked his cheek again with her fingertips. “Showed up here around twelve.”

“And you just let me in?”

“I couldn’t just keep you out.”

Something wasn’t right with him. Everything was wrong with him. He knew it now more than ever.

“John—”

Siena’s words were cut off by his ringing cell phone. The last thing John wanted to do was answer that phone, but he had been ignoring it for so long, and putting off too many things. Waking up with no memory and feeling like he was meant one thing.

He crashed.

Hard.

Now, he was scattered in broken pieces and wondering how he had gotten here to begin with.

Picking up the phone John put it to his ear and said, “Yeah, John here.”

“What did you do?”

John rubbed at his eyes. “Andino?”

“The warehouse, John. Did you do it?”

John didn’t know what in the hell his cousin was talking about. “What warehouse?”

“The Calabrese warehouse. The one your crew uses with them. It burned to the ground last night, John. Guess who is blaming you for it?”

John hung up the phone, and stared up at the ceiling. The deadweight settled in his stomach, and a burning dread drove into his heart.

Yet, his mind raced.

Up and down.

Unstoppable.

He shouldn’t have hung up the phone. He should have said he didn’t do it.

Problem was, John didn’t know if that was the truth.