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I shouldn’t have ever left, but I knew that if I didn’t, he would come after them. All I wanted to do was protect the people I care about. I stupidly made friends I love, and I know without a single shred of doubt thathewould try to hurt those people, and I couldn’t handle it.
Lifting my thumb, I scroll the screen, but I don’t have to go far to find the person I’m looking for.
Agony is the second contact.
Unmoving, I stare at the screen, contemplating calling versus not calling. I think about setting the phone down. I try to talk myself out of it, try to reason with myself, but the truth of it is that I know if there is anyone who can protect me fromhim, it is Agony.
He would go to the ends of the earth. He would commit whatever crime necessary to protect me. Even if we weren’t together. The fact I’m carrying his baby would be all the layer of protection I would ever need to be fully and completely taken care of in any way whatsoever.
I just didn’t want to be the cause of anyone being hurt. I still don’t, but with this new information, with a baby on the way, I know I am way in over my head. Not even my brother Logan can help me get out of this one. I’m not too proud to admit that either. I would be a fool to put an innocent life in jeopardy like that.
Ifhegot ahold of me and a baby? There is no telling whathewould do with us. With the baby.
With a single nod, my decision is made. I touch the little call icon and then put it on speaker as I wait for him to answer. It doesn’t take long, just a few rings, before I hear his voice. It’s a sound I’ve missed the past few weeks.
There is music playing, and I can hear people talking in the background. He’s in the clubhouse, at a party. It shouldn’t surprise me. Even if I don’t want it to be true, even if I wish I were right there at his side, even if I’m jealous. Pinching my eyes closed, I clear my throat as he shouts his greeting.
“Agony?” I call out.
“Yeah?” He sounds confused, and that hurts because I haven’t been gone so long that he should have already forgotten the sound of my voice.
“It’s me. Reese. I need to talk to you.”
There is a moment of silence, then I hear a giggle. That giggle is close to the phone… too close. I know exactly whose it is. She's hard to miss. I’ve been around her enough over the past few months that I can tell it’s her in the background.
Thunder.
My heart sinks.
I know her role, and I’m not even mad about it. I can’t even pretend that I wouldn’t do what she’s doing for an occupation if I knew it existed a few years ago. I would have thrown myself at that whole club in order to be a sweet butt.
Sex has been an unhealthy obsession of mine for a long time, and that job would have been perfect for me.
Some might call me a sex addict, some might say I’m a ho, or maybe I’m just a slut or something, but I do love sex, and there’s something inside of me, a switch, that is flipped when a man gives me a chill.
Unfortunately, many men can give me that chill and have over the years. But that wasn’t always the case. Just like it’s not right now.
Psychologically, there is a reason, and in the back of my mind, I know what that is, but I’ve chosen to ignore it because thinking about the reason makes me feel sick. I choose to feign ignorance and just go through the motions. I don’t want to think about it because thinking about it means I have to think abouthim.
So, here I am, listening to Thunder’s voice in the background, so close to Agony that she’s clear as day while my entire body is on edge, not just because I’m nervous about this baby, but also because I’m jealous as hell.
I’d never felt jealous a day in my life before I met this man, but as I sit here staring at my phone’s screen, that is exactly how I feel—the green-eyed monster is rearing its ugly head.
“Now you want to talk to me? I’ve called and texted you a dozen times since you fucking vanished,” he roars, his anger taking over. “And you call me out of the goddamn blue?”
There are some muffled sounds. I open my mouth to attempt to explain without actually explaining anything because I refuse to tell him or anyone else the truth. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to say to him, but I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting for him to speak first.
Hoping that he will.
He doesn’t.
Instead, I hear a woman’s voice again, and I know it’s hers. She hasn’t moved away. She’s right there with him. Probably on top of him, if I had to guess. My heart squeezes, cracks into a million pieces and threatens to shatter.
“Agony’s a little busy, hon.”
“Give the phone back to him, Thunder,” I growl.
I know I sound like a wild animal, but I can’t help it. I’m feeling a lot of pain right now, not to mention the straight-up fear that slices through me at the thought of me being the only one to attempt to protect this baby.
