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“What the fuck, bro?” Rhett said again when he paused in front of me, Isaac pausing by his side a moment later, his swollen jaw tight. “I was kicking ass in beer pong.”
“We have work to do,” I said simply, ignoring their glares as I pulled out my phone, smirking at Father’s quick reply. “Comeon.” I turned around and hauled the speaker up in my arms. “We gotta phone Sharkey and Prim. Father approved the location.”
Samara
3
Icouldn’t fucking believe Isaac.
I hated him.
Okay, maybe I didn’t, not really.
Ugh… God damnit.
I should’ve just shanked him straight in the dick.
An animalistic growl thundered through my chest when I entered my dorm and slammed the door behind me, hating that I’d allowed myself to get so angry to begin with. I mean, what did I expect? Chasing pussy and getting off twenty times a day was a natural, everyday thing when it came to Isaac. I couldn’t believe I’d almost convinced myself that there might’ve been something real between us. That these ridiculous feelings I stupidly fucked around and caught weren’t entirely misguided.
Yeah, well, it looked like I was right after all.
I didn’t even plan on going to that stupid fucking party tonight. The only reason I did go was because Jace wasn’t answering the phone and Finn’s was either dead or off. I’d hoped maybe Xavier had reached out to them with news of Ginger’swhereabouts. If I hadn’t run off so green with envy, perhaps I could’ve gotten some answers.
I locked the door and then started down the hall, halting in my tracks when I abruptly remembered the bullshit kiss Isaac had planted on my still swollen lips. The thought of where else his mouth may have been tonight surfaced, so I immediately sprinted to my bathroom to disinfect my mouth, then made my way into my bedroom when I was done.
The so-called gift Phantom had given me was on my nightstand, and I sighed as I approached my bed and stared down at it, still unsure if I was truly ready to fall deep into that rabbit hole. I had to be honest about this. The other night, when Xavier began speaking what I believed to be Italian, something about it startled me. I didn’t really understand the language, but there was something about his accent that felt familiar. It was hard to explain, but for some reason I couldn’t help but feel like I’d somehow heard it before. Chills shot down to my bones the longer I pondered on it.
No.It was impossible. Xavier Michaelson wasnotmy goddamn father.
There’s only one way to find out. All you have to do is open the fucking envelope.
I grabbed the ugly, tan parchment and tossed it on my bed, then fetched a blade from my belt so I could tear the shit open. Just as soon as I had the pages in my hands and sat down on the bed, my phone started ringing. Jace popped in my head, so I set the papers aside and quickly fished my phone from my back pocket.
“Thank God,” I gasped when I answered, relief sweeping over me when he sent me a video chat request. His face appeared on the screen, showing he was in his car, but he wasn’t driving. Slowly the smile on my face withered as I took in the over exhaustion clung to his. “Let me guess… You didn’t find her.”
“No, baby. I’ve literally searched everywhere I can think of. I hate to say it, but I don’t think she’s in the Valley. If she was, I’d have found her by now.”
My heart sank, my mind instantly jumping to the worst. I was so worried about Ginger, and God, was I fucking furious with her for taking off like that. Jace had spent the last two days searching everywhere for her; at her house, at least a dozen random hotels, and even Finn’s place. I knew Ginger was a grown ass woman who could take care of herself, but seriously, what the fuck was she thinking? How could she just leave like that without saying goodbye, or without leaving some form of heads up on where she was going?
“Wait… What about the estate?” I asked. “Did you check there?”
“Yeah,” Jace said sadly. “She’s not there.”
“Well, what about Finn? Have you talked to him?”
“I haven’t seen or spoken to him, babe, not since all that shit went down with Cindy. I’ve been steadily calling, but both his phones are off.” He paused a moment, making what sounded like ahmphsound under his breath. “Now that I think about it, it’s been that way since Ginger took off.”
The information had my brows literally climbing up my forehead. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
“He’s not at home nor the estate,” Jace continued thoughtfully. “And last I checked; he hasn’t been at the club either.”
“Then they have to be together, right?” The possibility ignited a hopeful spark deep behind my ribs. “Maybe Ginger reached out to him and they—”
“It’s possible,” Jace cut in before I could finish, “but I really don’t think Finn would take off without talking to me first.”
I shook my head and scornfully snorted. “Ginger sure as fuck didn’t have any issues doing it, so who’s to say Finn wouldn’t do the same if the opportunity presented itself?”
Jace drew in a deep breath and blew it out as he considered it. There was absolutely nothing to consider because heknewthere was a 50/50 chance I was right. If the roles were reversed, he’d have done the same for me. Hell, he’d already offered to run away with me once before, and I shot him down.
