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“Where’s Malcolm?” I demanded. Blood pounded in my ears as my vision went dark around the edges.
“Why?”
“Answer the question, bitch,” Emily snapped.
“Bitch?” Imogen’s fear melted into indignation. “Excuse me, but—”
“Where is he?” I said again. “I’m losing my patience.”
“This way.”
I turned to Vlado, some of my haze clearing. He was just putting his phone in his pocket.
Not questioning him, I took off at a sprint, following my best friend as he tore out of the room, turned left, and sprinted toward Emily’s personal suite.
“There.” He pointed to the door of her office as I rounded the corner and nearly slammed right into the wall as my shoes slid on the polished floors. “Fall back,” Vlado ordered, his gun at the ready.
Every instinct told me to ignore my best friend and burst into the room, consequences be damned, but he was right. If Nick was in trouble, then we needed to be smart about this.
He motioned for us to move to the side so we weren’t in line with the door. I tugged Emily over. He put his ear up to it, one hand on the knob.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed from the other side.
“Nick!” Forgetting all about our safety protocols, I lurched toward the door.
Vlado shoved it open and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body as he leveled his gun at the two men in the room.
Imogen screamed; Vlado shouted. Emily yelled something, but all I could do was stare at the scene in front of me.
Nick had Malcolm on the floor, Malcolm’s arm in a pinning hold, and a colorful and shiny knife in his free hand.
“Help!” Malcolm shrieked from the floor. “He’s trying to kill me!”
“Mal!” Imogen screamed. She managed to take two steps toward him before Emily grabbed the back of her blouse and jerked her to a stop.
“Slow your roll, bitch.”
“Help me!” Malcolm shrieked again.
“SHUT. UP.” Nick wrenched his arm, which made Malcolm scream and writhe on the floor like the snake he was.
“You good?” Vlado asked Nick, his gun pointed at Malcolm.
“I got this.” Nick grinned, and the effect was both angelic and feral.
“What are you doing?” Imogen squawked. “He’s going to kill Mal! Shoot him!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Emily yanked Imogen back.
“Someone do something!” Imogen continued on hysterically. “Mal!” She lunged at him but stumbled to a stop as Emily jerked her back again.
“Park your ass in that chair before I rearrange your stupid face.”
“Mal!” Imogen sobbed.
“Help me,” Malcolm begged Emily. “Please, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart?” Nick kicked Malcolm in the side. “Don’t you dare talk to her. Don’t even look at her, you two-timing lemon-faced adulterer.”
