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Fuck…
Ginger…
I forgot to call her.
Finn started speaking again, but I tuned him out and rushed to fish my phone out my back pocket. I tapped on Ginger’s name, cursing as it went to voicemail. Finn’s phone started ringing then. He smiled as he stared down at the screen.
“Hey you,” he said all giddy-like, a blush sizzling up his cheeks. My brows furrowed as he slightly turned his head away from me to hide it. “Did you make it home okay?”
Finn’s smile slowly faded when a vehement voice began bitching him out on the other end. It sounded like a female.
“It wasn’t like that,” he tightly rasped out, his throat bobbing. “I told her out of confidence. I wasn’t trying to—”
Whatever was going on, clearly he was at the top of someone’s shit list right now. It wasn’t my business, so I ignored it and tried calling Ginger again. The line did nothing but ring and ring until it eventually forwarded over to her voicemail.
Damnit.
Worry crept through me, settling low in my stomach. Why wouldn’t she answer the phone? Ginger always answered my calls when she wasn’t at the club. Itwaslate—about half past three in the morning to be exact, so maybe she’d already conked out for the night. Then again, the club closed at two. Ginger wasn’t the type to fall asleep first thing after coming home from work.
My thumb wandered over to Kitten’s name, and I froze, reconsidering the idea.Was it even worth the damn hassle?Other than that one text, she hadn’t spoken a word to me since she left for the academy last week. No calls, texts, no nothing. She’d taken a huge fucking shit on my heart and my feelings.
And last I’d heard; she and Ginger still weren’t on speaking terms. It was pointless. Guess I’d have to wait and find a way to sneak some one-on-one time with Ginger at the club.
I stuffed my phone back in my pocket at the same time Finn hung up the phone and blew out a long, hard breath.
“Problem?”
“We gotta make a pit stop. I fucked up and now I gotta make shit right if I expect to keep my dick attached to my balls.”
I snorted to myself.Yeah, OK.That sounded an awful lot like a booty call to me.
And it also sounded like I didn’t have much choice in the matter either.
“Whatever.” I threw up a careless hand and stared out the window, albeit deep down I was ragingly jealous. Between being pissed off and depressed over life, a good fuck was exactly what I needed to release some steam. “I’ll just wait in the car until you’re done.”
“I think the fuck not,” Finn protested. “You’re coming inside. We’ll be there in a few minutes. I have a feeling you’ll be thanking me later.”
I stared stupidly at the side of his face for a long stretch before my eyes settled on the windshield. I choked on a breath as I looked around, taking in the familiar scenery.
We were in Ginger’s neighborhood.
Wait…Why the fuck are we in Ginger’s neighborhood?
“You figured it out yet?”
My breath stalled as Finn turned on the next street. Ginger’s street.
“That was Ginger on the phone?” I asked incredulously, even though the proof was staring me right in my goddamn face.
Finn’s shoulders nervously coiled up as he offered me a strained smile. “Surprise?”
“You…and Ginger,” I spoke again. I repeated it several times, not liking how the words tasted on my tongue. My hand strayed toward my weapon. By the time I’d finally decided how I felt about it, Finn pulled up to Ginger’s house and parked. My gun was already out and aimed at his head before he ever saw it coming.
“Before you shoot me…” He took his hands off the wheel and raised them high above his head, locking eyes with me. “It’s not what you think.”
“It makes sense now,” I muttered, gritting my teeth, straining not to pull the trigger. It was him. He was the reason behind Ginger’s suffering. The reason why my father was selling her off at the next Harvest. “Imagine fucking that.”
“I’m not the enemy, Jace. I love her. I’d die for her. She means as much to me as Samara means to you.”
