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Chapter 32
Andre
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Uhhh,” Andre groaned, opening his eyes and immediately regretting it. His head was pounding and whoever was at that door was going to get punched in the fucking face.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“Fuck!” He sat up, swinging his legs onto the ground as empty whiskey bottles clinked and rolled across the floor. Andre rubbed his eyes and got to his feet with the hangover from hell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“We’re not leaving this time, so you better open the door, fucker, or I’ll break it down!” Bently’s voice bellowed from outside.
“I’m coming!” he snapped, immediately regretting the loud noise. He went to the door and unlocked it before it swung open, letting in a gust of cool air and two angry sets of eyes glaring at him.
“What the fuck, man?” Bently shoved past him with Mikel following behind.
“What’s your problem?” I need coffee. Andre shut the door and walked over to start a pot.
“Our problem? He wants to know what our problem is.” Mikel shook his head, joining in with his brother.
The water began to drip, sending the savory rich smell throughout the kitchen.
“Why haven’t you been answering our calls or texts?” Mikel asked, a little calmer.
“I told you I was sick.” And then shut my phone off. “I’ve been in bed.”
“For a week?” Bently seethed.
“Yeah, must be the flu or something,” Andre lied. Guess I’m a liar too now.
“Or a bender,” Mikel said, compassion shining from his eyes.
Bently’s gaze softened just a bit. “Maybe he caught it from Mia.”
Her name grated like nails on a chalkboard. How could those three little letters spark him to life and destroy his soul all at once?
Andre pulled a mug from his cupboard and poured himself a big steaming cup of black coffee, not bothering to wait until it was cool before he took a sip.
“What do you mean I caught it from her?” He couldn’t say her name.
Bently shook his head. “You haven’t read any of our messages, have you?”
“Nope.” He sipped his coffee and took a seat.
Bently and Mikel shared a concerned look.
“What?”
“If you’d answered my calls after you left a message you’d be out of work this week, you’d have known,” Mikel explained.
“Got them, but I told you I needed a week off. You’re not going to play ‘bad business partner’ on me for skipping out for a few days after you left for five fucking years, are you?”
“Mia was admitted to the hospital a week ago.” Mikel narrowed his eyes.
What? Worry sank his stomach like a stone. “Is she okay? What happened?”
