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I can’t do this anymore.
Chapter 32
Killian
My phone buzzes in my pocket, distracting me from the conversation between Arriana and Andrew.
It’s the first time we’ve all been in the same room together and I could go without it ever happening again. The two clicked instantly, both enjoying the constant jabs sent my way. I could only roll my eyes and hope we figured this shit out before theyopened an official fan club for those who loved to poke fun at my age.
Pulling my phone out, my heart races as I see the name flash across the screen. “Is she okay?” I ask, skipping any unnecessary bullshit. There could be only one reason Fallon is calling me and it’s not a good one.
I can hear cries in the background, the sound ripping into my chest. Fallon must walk away from my distraught little girl as the sobs quiet before she speaks. “She’s okay. Kind of.”
I growl, ready to race back to my home and ensure my girl actually is alright.
Fallon rushes on before I can act on the desire. “Everything was going great until she realized I shouldn’t have known aboutwhat happened.” I hear a rustling as she covers her mouth before whispering the last two words. “From there everything dissolved really quickly and she won’t come out of her room.” Her voice shakes as she admits her failure.
I can’t breathe, my lungs seizing up. “Her room?” I confirm, my voice barely a whisper.
Andrew and Arriana look toward me, both with concerned expressions.
Fallon quietly mumbles her agreement.
Fighting down the rage boiling inside me, I push to my feet. “Fallon,” I grit out, my voice edged with anxiety. “I need you to get in there. Right now. Do not, and I can’t emphasize this enough, do not let her be alone in that room.” I hear a gasp come through the line as she connects the dots behind my command. “I’m coming home right now. She better still be alive when I get there.” Without another word I disconnect the call, my skin prickling.
I need to leave.
Arriana pops out of her seat before I can say anything. “I’m coming with you.” She declares. I glare at her, about to arguewhen she holds up a hand. “No.” She insists. “I don’t know what’s going on but I don’t like the way you just spoke to my girl and I’m not going to let you do anything you’ll regret.” Her eyes sparkle with the thinly veiled threat her words hold.
I’m reminded of the psychotic display back at Colon’s house and suppress a shudder, refusing to let her see the effect she has on me. “Fine.” I grumble. “Just hurry up.” Spinning on my heel, I rush toward my car.
I never should have left her.
The thought blares in my brain, agony burning me up as I impatiently wait for Arriana. The second she clambers into the seat, I take off, not waiting for the door to fully close before we are speeding down the road.
I’m coming, baby girl. Please wait for me.
The car skids to a halt as I slam on the breaks. Shoving it into park, I leap from the vehicle. The valet doesn’t have a chance to respond as I chuck the keys at him and run into the building. Flying to the elevator, I jab the button repeatedly, cursing under my breath as the seconds tick by.
Please don’t leave me.
The thought has replayed the entire drive back, a sickening echo of my desperation at finding her.
I can’t go through that again. Please don’t do this, baby girl.
A small hand covers mine and I yank away from it. Spinning to face the intruder, I’m reminded of my tagalong.
Blowing out a harsh breath, I scrub my face. “I can’t do this.” I mutter, my voice breaking as I drop my head. “She can’t leave me.” I look up to meet Arriana’s concerned gaze.
Reaching out, she places a hand on my arm. “It’ll be okay. Trust me.” I shake my head, there’s no way she can know that. Squeezing my bicep, her tone is full of confidence as she says, “I don’t know what’s going on with your girl, but mine?” Her eyes sparkle. “My girlwill make sure thatyour girlis okay.”
I don’t feel the same assurance Arriana has. She doesn’t know the extent of my little girl’s pain. Pushing aside the overwhelming emotions, I rush into the elevator as the doors slide open, punching the button for my penthouse. I’m desperate to get my eyes on Avamarie, to make sure she is okay.
Memories of her lifeless body before me, not just once but on two different occasions, fill my mind. I curse as the images destroy my soul even as my cock awakens.
Not the fucking time.
Adjusting my stance in an attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure, I hold onto the hope that I’ll find her alive and well.
