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“I know,” I whispered. “I’m going to follow you to make sure you get in safely.”
She playfully rolled her brown eyes. “Fine.”
Once she pecked me on the lips, she slid into her car and started it. I slipped onto the back of my bike and followed after the light hum of her car. She drove slowly down the roads, braking over the ice all the way to her community.
When she finally pulled into her driveway, I let out a small sigh and waved her off. She was home safely, and I could fucking sleep tonight without the thought of Akio’s family staging a fucking car accident and killing her.
Fifteen minutes later, I made it back home, dusted the snow off my baggie sweatshirt, and punched the security code into my house. Laughter spilled out from Ana below—João obviously couldn’t get her to sleep. I smiled and thought about how … everything was falling into place.
We were all working in some odd way.
The moment that I collapsed onto the couch to relax, my phone buzzed in my pocket. My lips curled into a smile, as I thought that it was from Imani. I felt like I was on top of the fucking world tonight. Nothing could dampen my mood because I had just scored my fucking dream girl.
Akio: You need to get to Imani’s house ASAP.
Akio: NOW.
Akio: I can’t stop my mother.
My heart dropped, and I shot up from my seat. The guys glanced over at me.
“We have to go,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now.”
“What happened?” Landon asked.
“It’s Imani.”
Landon stood up quickly as João grabbed Ana’s hand. I balled my hands into fists, knowing that if we didn’t get there soon, whatever Akio’s parents were planning wasn’t going to be good.
They must’ve been waiting there for her. I should’ve fucking waited until she got in. I should’ve brought her to the door and stayed with her for tonight. I shouldn’t have left her to die in their hands.
I dialed her number on her phone that had died, hoping that it’d somehow magically get some fucking juice in it. When it went immediately to voice mail, I hurled the phone against the ground and let it smash against the concrete.
“We need to go fucking now,” I growled.
Just after I had told her I loved her, fucking minutes after, this fucking happened.
They were going to take her away from me, like they had taken Dad away from me.
Instead of waiting for the guys to get situated, I sprinted to my bike and sped down the road to head for Imani’s house. My gun was in the waistband of my pants, my hands tight around the bars.
“I’m fucking coming for you, Imani.”
