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“Okay.”
“Call me if you need me. I’m going to the scene, then to the office. I’ll also send one of my guys to keep an eye on the hotel.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed her face and placed a hard kiss to her lips before I released her and left her hotel suite abruptly. It was that, or I wasn’t ever leaving.
Yeah, I was definitely in trouble.
CHAPTER3
PHOEBE
The moment Lock left, I double bolted the door, collapsed against it, and let out an exasperated sigh.
That was so freaking close.
I had to give it to Reed. He was so very right about Lock. He was a pit bull with a bone. Of course I would never tell Reed that he was right. I would take that to my grave. But damn…
I dashed to my couch, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a long pull.
Tonight was the night from hell, and it was my own damn fault. But when I thought about everything, what else could I have done? How could I have stopped her from breaking into Miguel’s house?
Most of the things I had told Lock were true. I had no idea who her boyfriend was until tonight. I just knew he was dangerous. It was hard to believe she was mixed up with such a dangerous man associated with a horrible family. Not that I fully knew Ansley. Clearly I didn’t, but I knew enough to know she was too good for him. She was such a sweetheart. I couldn’t fathom her being with such a scumbag like Miguel. But wasn’t that a thing? Good girls loving bad boys. It’s what happened to me and yeah, things didn’t end well at all for me. Mind you, I was referring to Byron, not Lock.
Still, Ansley didn’t deserve to die like that. I wished someone would beat Miguel to death. See how he liked that?
I took another gulp of Jack, feeling the effects running along my veins, when my cell started to ring. I stared at it from across the room before I moved to check the screen.
I gasped when I saw who was calling me.
Ayana…
I thought about not answering it, but it would be a bad move. For one, if I didn’t answer, she would immediately think something happened to me. She knew where I had gone and would naturally worry. That would cause her to make phone calls to others such as Lock’s team, and I couldn’t afford that. And two, if I didn’t answer, she would come looking for me and the last thing I needed was for her to…
My phone stopped ringing but started up again just as fast. I answered.
“Hey,” I breathed out.
“Hey, back at you. Where are you?”
“I’m uh… in my hotel room.”
“Oh good. Noelle and I are downstairs in the bar. Come down and have a drink with us.”
Her voice was friendly, but I could hear the threat clear as day.
I resisted a sigh and said, “Okay, give me a minute to get dressed.”
I hung up and reluctantly took off my shirt, put on a sports bra that zipped in the front and a t-shirt. I kept my pants on, no panties, slipped my feet in my flip-flops, secured my phone and room key between my bra strap and headed for the lobby and my fate.
I should have known this would happen. I should’ve been ready. Noelle and Ayana were smart. They knew the BS I fed them earlier was just that, BS. They would want the truth, and I was resounded to give it to them. I’ve been dying to tell them, anyway. I knew they would keep my secret. No matter if they disagreed with what I was doing, they wouldn’t rat me out to Lock or anyone.
I found the women in a far corner of the bar. I started to stop at the bar to order myself a drink, but Ayana signaled me over, holding up a glass in her hand.
I assumed that drink was mine, and I sauntered over to the table, dread covering me like a wet blanket.
Even though I had decided to tell them everything, I would be putting them in serious risk. Right now, if anyone asked them, they truly had no clue what I did in the dark. That was about to change. Would that put them on someone’s radar? Schindler’s perhaps? Being here did that, but did I have anything else to worry about? God, I hoped not.
