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"What the fuck is going on? I've just seen Kenny with Warren at the store."
My grip on my cell tightens, and I have to really restrain myself from not launching it across the room and watching it shatter before me, just like my fucking heart.
"I don't know," I finally grit out.
"Has she... has she... left you?" he asks hesitantly.
"If you mean is she no longer here, then no, she's fucking not."
"But—"
"I don't have any fucking answers for you, man."
"Conner, there's no way she'd go back to him."
"Yeah, well, seems like none of us knew her very well, doesn't it?" I spit, my head spinning again.
Did she go back voluntarily? I really fucking hope not, but that doesn't change anything. She's still fucking there, with him.
"Con, she wouldn't."
"Do me a favor, yeah?"
"Sure, anything."
"Keep a fucking eye out for her."
"Yeah, man. Goes without saying."
"Appreciated." I hang up before he says anything else. I can hardly tell him that Cole killed the man we thought was our father and somehow Warren found out and is now blackmailing us. Motherfucker's got a fucking death wish if he thinks he can pull this off. Does he have any idea who he's messing with?
My need to drive to the Heights and put an end to this once and for all pulls at my muscles. But I know Cole is right, I need to trust Dad. I have no idea what the fuck he's hiding, but clearly Warren knows something he doesn't want to be exposed and I just have to trust it's for the best. Because if it's not, all hell's gonna break loose if I discover he willingly left her there longer than absolutely necessary.
Unable to sit still, I pull on some sweats and make my way down to my punching bag. It's the closest thing I've got to that fucker’s face right now.
"I think you've had enough, bro," Ace says from behind me where I'm searching through the cupboards in the pool house, looking for more alcohol.
"That's where you're wrong. Ah-ha," I sing, pulling out a new bottle of vodka that was hiding behind a lot of other shit.
I make a show of twisting the top and swallowing down more shots than I should probably drink in one go.
"Getting fucked up isn't going to make this situation any better."
"You think I don't fucking know that? Nothing aside from slitting that motherfucker's throat and taking back what's mine is going to make this any better."
"Jay called me," Cole announces, making me groan. "Says the cunt's been parading her around the trailer park like he fucking owns her."
My teeth grind and my fists clench. What fucking game is he playing?
"He's got a death wish," Ace mutters, pulling a six-pack from the refrigerator and throwing a can at both Remi and Hadley. He ignores Cole, seeing as he's still playing at being sober.
"You got any weed in this place?" I ask Ace.
"If I say yes, are you going to make me regret it?"
"It could be worse, I could be asking for some blow."
He shakes his head at me in disappointment. "What?" I bark.
