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“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my face.
I clutch his biceps. “I’m scared. What if something goes wrong? He’ll know what we’re up to and he’ll be more careful. We’ll never get another shot at this.”
The door opens again, but I don’t pay attention this time. I know Becca is bringing Rosie, and Allie has got Jordan and the other girl, Jane, to meet us too. We picked the quietest time to meet up, knowing Rosie won’t be good with a large crowd. We’re still worried how she’ll react to Cole and CJ as both lads are huge.
“Nothing is going to go wrong, Low. I won’t let it. He’ll pay for what he’s done, I promise you. Now, take a deep breath and relax,” he orders, his voice husky and gentle.
“Is everything okay?” Becca interrupts, her tone a little high.
Rosie stands behind Becca, her face stricken with fear. She’s still pretty banged up, and I want to wince when I see her, though I don’t. I just can’t stomach seeing her in pain, or anyone, for that matter. It’s why I’d be crap at being a nurse or doctor.
“Yeah,” I choke out. “Hey, guys. Rosie, Becca, this is Cole. Over there is his friend, CJ. They’re the lads I told you about.”
“Hey.” Becca waves, shrinking back a little when she sees how big they are.
“Hey. Come sit down. You can sit between Allie and Willow,” Cole suggests, softening his voice the best he can.
Rosie lets out a whimper, catching Cole’s attention, and I watch in fascination as he takes a small step towards her, his hands held up in the air.
“I’ll never hurt you. I know I’m a bit on the big side, but I have never, nor will I ever, hurt a woman. I swear to you on that. I’m here to help, but if you’d feel more comfortable with me and CJ not being here, we can leave,” he promises. I melt more towards him, if that’s even possible.
She seems to be lost in thought, staring at him with wide eyes. Shaking her head, she grips onto Becca’s hand, seeming so small and broken. “You’re friends with Willow and Allie?” she asks, her voice shaky.
“Yes,” he replies, and to prove a point, I take his hand, surprising him and myself.
“I know, it’s a surprise to me too, but I can’t get rid of this one,” CJ teases, gesturing to Allie. “Started stalking me and everything.” He rolls his eyes, and I watch as Rosie’s lips twitch. She nods at Becca, and together, they take a seat at the large round table. I take a seat next to Becca, letting her know how thankful I am for her being here.
“The blogger, Jordan, should be here any minute,” I tell them, and they nod, seeming to still be wary of CJ and Cole. However, with CJ’s light-hearted banter, it’s hard not to relax around him.
“Allie,” a girly voice squeals, and I wince at the sound bleeding my eardrums dry.
“Hey, Jane,” Allie greets, getting up from her seat and hugging the bright, bubbly girl.
She’s wearing short shorts that reveal the bottom of her bum cheeks. I have to lean back in my chair and kick CJ to stop him from drooling over her. He winces, but when he realises it was me, he sends me a wink. Turning my attention back to the girl, I have to ask myself how the hell she isn’t freezing her arse off—literally. Not only is she wearing short shorts, but she’s also wearing a crop-top, showcasing her stomach. The denim jacket she has on reaches under her boobs, the sleeves long, though they’re not thick enough to protect her from the cold outside. The ankle boots she’s wearing are the only item of clothing she’s got on that I would even consider wearing in this weather. Does she even realise it’s nearing the end of October and its freaking freezing outside? I’m actually starting to wonder if her sanity is intact, and if Allie has the right person.
“Hey, everyone, this is Jane. Jane, this is CJ, Cole, and my best friend, Willow, who I told you about,” Allie introduces before pointing to the girls. “And these are our friends, Becca and Rosie.”
“Hi everyone, I’m so happy to meet you. I’m really sorry for what’s happened,” she confesses. I didn’t know it was possible, but her voice dropped so low, so soft, it was like another person was talking. It’s soft, like a lullaby.
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you,” I greet, and sit back as the others respond.
Minutes later, the large, heavy oak door opens again, and I turn my attention to the entrance. A girl a few years older than us walks in, her short, black, pixie hair style gelled so it’s spiking up in all different directions. She has her lip and nose pierced and has tattoos sporting her arms and neck. Chains hang from around her jeans, the rattling of keys echoing around the room as she steps towards us with purposeful strides.
My eyes widen when I realise this is Jordan. She’s nothing like I expected her to be. When she walks right up to the table with confidence, I have to lean back, my head banging into Cole’s shoulder.
“Shit, those pricks need a broom shoved up their arses,” she sneers, her eyes softening when they reach Rosie.
“Jordan?” Allie calls.
Jordan completely ignores her, focusing solely on Rosie. “Hey, I know you,” Jordan states, and I notice Rosie’s cheeks flush, embarrassment flooding her face.
What isthatall about? My question is answered when Becca glances between the two, light dawning on her.
“Are youtheJordan?” Becca asks, her jaw dropping.
“Yeah. I’m the one who saved Rosie here from the dogs.” Jordan smiles but loses it when a thought occurs to her. “Now I know why you didn’t call me.”
Oh my god, Rosie’s a… Holy crap! I never saw that one coming. Looking at Rosie again, my heart hurts even more for her. It’s obvious she likes Jordan, but with everything that’s happened, it’s stopped her from reaching out. Something tells me there is more to her liking Jordan though, if Becca’s reaction is any indicator.
