Page 116 of Shatterproof


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She’snot the one that’s helpless.

I am.

I’m the stupid one a million miles away with no way to warn her that her life’s at stake.

“What about Seventeen?” Blu unexpectedly invades my thoughts. “Can you call Seventeen?”

“What?!” I holler at the top of my lungs and pull onto the main road damn near side swapping a vehicle. “What the fuck did you jus’ say to me?!”

“We can hate me later for suggesting you call your girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend-”

“Holy shit, Carmichael used to fuck Seventeen?!”

Blu throws an exasperated hand in his direction, “Is this really how you wanna die? Being shot to death in the backseat?”

Nice of him to save someone else’s life since I’m about to take his.

“And like I was saying-”

“Is this really howyouwanna die, Blu? Thrown through the windshield for pickin’ the wrong time to fuck with me?”

“I’m not fucking with you,” he rushes to explain. “I know it’s not ideal and that he probably couldn’t hit a target standing still with a beanbag gun two feet away-”

“He’s actually got an irritatingly good shot.”

“Then how about we callhimdown there to check on her with a member ofhissecurity detail for assistance?”

“That’s a…” my head bounces back and forth in new annoyance, “fuck…That’s a really good call.”

“One you may not shoot me for.”

“Not right now at least.”

Unsure which I hate more – having his number or having to use it – I scroll through my contacts while steadily dodging what has to be a gang of blind nuns individually transporting nitroglycerin in the backseat of their separate vehicles given how fucking slow, they’re moving on the highway.

To my surprise, it only rings once before he answers, “Not a good time, Wahl. I’m in the middle of an important meeting.”

“Make it a good time, Seventeen!” I viciously bark back.

“Excuse me?”

“I said make it a good time!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he heard you loud and clear, man,” Blu less than quietly mutters.

“Arley’s in danger and I’m still at least twenty minutes out!”

“Wha-”

“End this call. Take a member of security from your own fuckin’ floor down to hers and staywith her‘til I get there.”

“Wha-”

“Don’t youdareletanythingfuckin’ happen to her, Lenkov, or you’ll be the second person I put a bullet in when I get there.” Hanging up is followed by me tossing an order over to Blu. “Put a call in to our contact at DPD about my emergency driving. Let’s get me a fuckin’ pass on this shit so I don’t have to kill a cop while trying to save my girlfriend’s life.”

Chapter 17

Arley

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