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I almost drop the three books I’m holding when my phone rings loudly in the college library.
“Shit.”
It’s past midnight, and there is literally no one around, yet it’s impossible to not feel like a dick when your phone rings in what’s meant to be a quiet place.
I hold my books with one arm, putting them against my left hip as I grab my phone from my back pocket. It’s Sam.
I roll my eyes. No one will ever get more overprotective than him.
It’s been three months since we’ve all completely settled in the cabin, living our happy quadruple life, and he still gets worried when I’m out alone late.
“You don’t have to call me every time I’m studying late. I’m trying to get a degree, Sam. I’ll be home soon.”
“Where are you?” he snaps. There’s a tint of worry in his voice, and I feel bad.
He just loves me. He cares. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from him.
“Don’t stress,” I say softly. “I’m at the college library and I’ve got my car. I’ll be home in half an hour.”
“I want you to go to your car right now and drive home.”
“What?”
“I’ll come and meet you halfway, but I don’t want you to stop driving. You got me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I exhale. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I just got a call from Vito Luciano. Bianco got out of prison today.”
“That’s stupid,” I snort. “That bastard is never getting out.”
“Rose,” he tells me in that way of his that leaves no doubt about the truth in his words. “Bianco is free.”
The books hit the floor before I’ve realized I dropped them. “He’s going to come for me,” I whisper as if he could already hear me.
“Get in your car and come home right. Now.”
I nod even if he can’t see me. “Don’t hang up,” I panic.
“I won’t. I’m already on my way to you, okay? Just keep talking and keep me updated. Drive, and once I know we’re around the same area I’ll turn around and drive behind you.”
I run out of the library.
He’s not here. I know he’s not, or he wouldn’t have waited for Sam’s call to make himself known. He would have attacked me right away. But it’s like turning the last light off downstairs before going up the stairs at night. You just have to run. You feel a presence behind you even though there’s nothing there.
I’m out of breath by the time I reach the empty parking lot. How I wish someone else was studying late right now.
“Are you in your car?” Sam insists.
“I’m getting there,” I pant as I grab my keys. “I forgot my books.”
“I don’t care about your books. Get in the bloody car and lock the doors.”
I nod again. “Okay. Okay. I’m almost there.” I sprint across what seems like an infinite lot.
“Wait.” I put the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I sort out the keys in my hand. Why do I fucking attach them all to the same keyring? I manage to get a hold of the car keys and press once.
Beep. Beep.My car rings as it unlocks.
