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Frank glared down at me. “You shouldn’t go around walking with your head up so high, princess. You are covered in mud just like us. You’re a killer, a thug, a piece of filth just like us. Only difference is no one knows it.”
“Fuck you.”
Bo turned back around, grabbing my face. “You need to listen to me, because I’m trying save your life. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. This will be over soon, okay? So can you do that, Ms. London? Can you shut up and stay alive, please?”
Again, he lifted the cup for me. This time I drank. It stung and brought relief at the same time.
“Now, what’s Noah’s number?” he questioned, putting the cup down beside me.
“What?”
“Noah’s number. I’ve only got Austin’s.”
He couldn’t be serious. He was so proud to call Noah his brother, yet he didn’t even have something so simple as a cell phone number.
I wanted to laugh, but my head hurt too badly.
“Oh no you don’t. Wake up.” He lifted my head up. “The number.”
The vision of him blurred, and everything became dark again.
Idiots. Him, Frank, me, all of us.
Noah
Being closer to the hospital, we got there a few minutes before the ambulance. I didn’t care. I ran straight up to Austin, side-by-side with the doctors rushing out.
“Austin! Austin!” I yelled as they brought him down.
“Sir—”
“N…N…o…ah,” he said. One side of him was blackened and bloody with burns, the smell of his skin was so horrid I flinched. However, when he reached out to me with his other hand, covered with cuts, blood, and small burns, I didn’t back away from him. His eyes were wide and red with pain. He was in agony.
“N..eck…lace….neck….lace.”
“Necklace?”
He nodded the best he could.
“We need to get him inside!” The doctor yelled at me, but Austin just held on.
“A…m…eli…a…ne…ck.la…ce—”
“He’s out. Page the OR!” One of them yelled, pushing me aside. “We gotta go.”
It was painful, his hand ripping from mine like that, but seeing it drop, lifelessly, was even worse.
“Sir? We need to get inside before the press makes its way here,” Daniel said beside me.
Amelia’s necklace?
She always wore this butterfly necklace whenever she went out. Her mother had given it to her. But what the hell did that have to do with anything? Esther had only given it to her so she could—
“Of course.”
“Sir?”
“Keys,” I demanded.
