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ChapterSix
In a daze, Journey stumbled to the truck with Kenton’s large hand at the small of her back. She had to take three steps to his one in order to keep up. Scenarios bombarded her mind, each one worse than the first.
Laz has been shot.
How was that even possible? He’d been at a kid’s party.
Journey had so many questions. She wanted to ask about Arielle, but couldn’t form the words. Not yet. Not until she was ready for the answer. Because if anything had happened to her baby, it would kill her. As it was, knowing that Laz had been shot made it hard for her to breathe.
They had to be all right.God, please let my family be okay.
By the time they arrived at the truck, she was a nervous wreck. Kenton remained stoic and tight-lipped when he helped her into the back seat of the Suburban. She had to get him to tell her what had happened. She had to know.
“Ke—Kenton,” Journey breathed, her body shaking as she struggled to keep herself from falling apart. “Please tell me what’s happened. How….” She was trying not to panic and she wasn’t a crier, but that didn’t stop tears from pushing their way through. She quickly brushed them away. “How is—”
“Buckle up,” was all Kenton said before he slammed her door closed and climbed into the front passenger seat.
Her brother-in-law, who was driving, pulled off the moment Kenton got in. The silence was deafening, only making her freak out even more. She needed answers. When neither spoke, dread practically suffocated her.
“Myles…Kenton…please. Just tell me he’s going to be all right and that my child is okay,” she said, unable to hold back the sob that slipped through. “Tell me where they are, please. Where’s my family? Are they….”
Kenton jerked around so fast, Journey flinched and slammed back against her seat. A vicious scowl darkened his handsome face.
“Dammit! Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” he barked. “The only thing Laz kept saying was ‘find my wife. I need my wife!’” Kenton said, his voice rising with every word. “We’ve been calling you for the past fucking hour! Do you have any idea wh—”
“Hey!” Myles roared as he sped down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic. “Dial it down. Yelling at her ain’t gon’ help the situation.”
Her brother-in-law wasn’t a big talker. He was more like the strong silent type, but when he did say something, everyone listened. His grip on the steering wheel and the way his jaw was clenched proved he was just as upset as Kenton. Understandably so since the men of Supreme security were more than just coworkers. They were brothers.
“He needed you. Do you know how we felt when we couldn’t find you?” Kenton asked. He wasn’t yelling, but the anguish in his tone cut right through Journey. “When Wiz couldn’t get a read on your tracker, we didn’t know what the hell was going on and whether you’d been attacked, too.”
“I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “There must’ve been a dead zone where we were,” she said, hating her choice of words seeing that her family could’ve been killed.
“They might keep Laz overnight,” he continued. “He took a round in the shoulder—a clean shot through and through—but he lost a lot of blood. He was in and out of consciousness during the ride to the hospital, but last we heard, he was getting stitched up. Arielle is okay. She’s at the hospital with your sister and Dakota.”
Journey’s chest tightened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” No longer able to hold the tears back as her throat constricted and sobs wracked her body, she cried.
She was sorry that she had bailed on family day. Sorry that she and Laz’s last words were angry ones and sorry that this could’ve been the last time she saw her family.
I should’ve been there. I should’ve been with my husband. He needed me.
“Come on, Journey. You’re killing me here,” Myles said in a consoling tone. “I’m sure Laz is going to be okay. I heard he was giving the hospital staff hell. That’s a good sign.”
That was a good sign, but it made her ache even more, especially when Myles continued telling her what little he knew about the shooting. Laz had been ambushed, and some man had been killed, but they didn’t know too much more than that.
Shock paralyzed her. Laz and Arielle could’ve been the ones who’d been killed…and they couldn’t find me.
“We’re going to find whoever did this,” Kenton said with so much venom in his tone.
Journey was sure that Supreme was already digging for information. They’d probably get answers before the cops.
“Arielle was in the back seat on the floor. She said her daddy said to get on the floor, and she did. She kept saying that she was a good listener,” Myles added.
Thank God.Thank God she listened.
But Journey couldn’t stop crying. They were only fifteen minutes from the hospital. She had to pull herself together before she got there. She couldn’t let her daughter see her crying, especially not after what her baby had been through. But Laz…Laz was never going to forgive her. Her husband had needed her, and she hadn’t been there for him.
Journey dug through her handbag for tissues and wiped her face as best she could. Her heart hurt. She was so thankful that Laz was going to be all right, but….
