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“Holy shit,” I whisper, my face paling and the once warm blood which flows through my body turning ice cold. “Holy fucking shit.” I spin around and look towards Shelby who is now laughing and talking to one of the club girls.
“What?” Melissa and Jada look at me and then at Shelby. “Millie? What is it?”
Melissa gets worried, pushing off her barstool. My head is spinning slightly from the alcohol, so I close my eyes and think over what to do. Shelby is the girl who set it all up the night Raze took me. It was her who said it wasn’t a part of their plan, and then Raze who replied and said that their plan didn’t revolve around her revenge.
“Holy shit.” The colorful dots dance behind my shut lids, and then I pop my eyes open. I need to call Raze first; he obviously knows who the fuck she is. “I need air.” I say, spinning on my heel and heading out the front. Knowing Melissa would be following me, I spin around and halt her. “I’m fine, I just… I need to make a call, okay?”
Her eyebrows knit together deeper before finally agreeing. “Okay. I’m right here.”
I nod before continuing outside. Once the cool midsummer air whispers over my skin, I pull my phone out of my back pocket, ignoring the missed texts and hit “call” on Miles’ name.
“Come on, come on,” I whisper urgently, tapping my foot on the gravel. He picks up.
“Well, I was getting worried.” I can hear his smirk through the phone.
“Miles, put Raze on.”
“Are you okay?” His tone changes instantly, his breathing deepening. “Millie, answer me.”
“I’m fine, I’m fine, fuck, calm down.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to Raze and you didn’t save his number on this phone!” I know that he could have added Raze’s phone number; he did it as a cheeky “fuck you” to Raze.
“He’s in the gym. I’m running down there now.”
I wait patiently. “Your little sexts turned me on a little, too,” I add with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood and calm my beating nerves.
“What?” a deep growl returns—not Miles’ voice.
Fucking Miles, I’m going to kill him. “Nothing. We need to talk.”
“Are you okay?” Raze asks, his breathing fast, heavy, and rapid, reminding me of his breathing while he’s riding me until my legs shake and I forget my own name.
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the image I just painted of Raze and all his tattooed beautiful glory glistening in sweat.
“Pet!”
“What?” Silence. “Oh, right.” I pull my thoughts together.
“What were you thinking about just now?” His voice drops to a low husk that slithers through the phone and makes its way down to my core, leaving a trail of warm fuzzy lust in its wake.
“Hmm? Oh, nothing. As I was saying.” I clear my throat. “I need to talk to you.”
“Well, here I am.”
“No,” I answer. “I need to talk to you in person. I can’t ask this over the phone.”
“Alright, I’ll come get you now. Wait there.”
Then the line goes dead. I look down at my phone in confusion. “And just how the hell do you suppose you’re going to find me, Mr. Cocky?” Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I spin on my heel, ready to head back inside where the music is blaring out. When Shelby walks out, it’s almost in slow-mo. Her slow smirk crawls onto her lips as she looks right at me. She walks straight past me and back to her car before firing it up and flooring it out of there.
Sneaky bitch. Walking back into the bar, the crew is louder and the girls are in full swing, laughing and giggling between each other—all except Meadow, of course, who’s drinking water because of the baby. She had just found out she was pregnant around the time I was taken, so that would make her something around three or four months along.
Placing my hand on Melissa’s shoulder, I squeeze her lightly. “Hey, I’m just heading out for a bit but I’ll be home later on, okay?”
“What?” She spins her stool to face me. “Are you sure?”
