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“Yes.” She looks apologetically at Clay then lowers her lashes. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I overheard Tucker and Miles talking about how she’s on a dating app, but they didn’t want to tell you.”
I snort, I can’t help it, the sound just slips out, but Clay obviously doesn’t think this is as hilarious as I do, and I know that when the air in the room seems to thicken and he slowly turns his head my direction.
“What are you doing on a dating site, Mouse?”
“Obviously she’s looking for men,” Naomie ever so helpfully chimes in from where she’s still sitting.
“I’m not looking for men.” I roll my eyes. “I’m looking for Matthew.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he shouts.
My hands ball into fists. “No, but maybe you have,” I shout back, going from annoyed to pissed in just seconds.
“What are you going to do if you find him? Are you going to ask him to meet you for coffee and have a chat about the weather?”
“Don’t be a dick, or absurd. Obviously, I’m going to give his information over to Miles and Tucker. I’m not an idiot.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asks.
I take a step back from him. “You know what, screw you.” Since I still have my purse on my shoulder and my car keys are in it, I spin around and start to stomp toward the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“Home. You’ve obviously lost your mind and I have zero desire to help you sort yourself out.”
“You’re not leaving, Willow.”
“Try to stop m—” I gasp when arms wrap around my waist, and I’m lifted off my feet. “Put me down.”
“Oh my.” I hear Naomie whisper as Clay carries me across the living room and I kick my feet.
“Naomie, get the fuck out of my house,” Clay orders, as he takes my purse and tosses it toward the couch.
“No, stay,” I cry, trying to break the hold he has on me but it’s no use he’s to flipping strong.
“Leave now,” he growls.
“Put me—” I start to yell for him to put me down again but instead I yelp when I’m tossed unceremoniously into the air and land on the bed with a bounce. Scrambling to my knees, I push my hair out of my face, then watch in confusion as he storms back toward the door. Breathing heavy with my heart going a million miles a minute I scurry to my feet and start to rush after him but before I even make it halfway across the concrete floors, he slams the door.
“I’ll be back,” he growls from the other side of the door just as I reach it and I grab the handle, finding resistance when I attempt to turn it.
“No way.” I tug the knob and smack my fists against the wood. “Let me out of here right now, Clay.”
“Do not fucking hurt yourself by pounding on the door,” he barks, and I glare at the door and pound harder than I was. When my palms start to sting, I stop and spin around. Chest heaving, I go to the windows and look out, from this far up I’d hurt myself if I tried to jump, not to mention there is no way to even open the windows, so I’d have to break one of them to get out.
So angry that I swear I can feel my blood boiling through my veins, I toss my head back and scream as loud as I can, then fall to my bottom and start to cry. The tears are absolutely stupid, and I hate that being angry makes me sob like a baby, but with no other way to release my emotions, here we are.
I don’t know how long I sit on the cold ground for but eventually my tears dry up and a headache kicks in. Going to the door I try it again, but it’s still locked. Giving up on getting free, I go to the bathroom and find some Tylenol in the cupboard, taking two out then I capture some water in the palm of my hand and wash them down while looking in the mirror.
I look like crap. My eyes are bloodshot, my face is so red that I look almost sunburnt and even my hair is in disarray. After splashing some cool water on my face, I go to the bed and lay down. I don’t plan on sleeping because as soon as Clay gets back, I’m going to kick him in the nuts and leave whether he likes it or not. Or at least that’s my plan but before long my eyes get to heavy to keep open.
Chapter 18
Clay
STANDING ON ONE side of the island in Mile’s apartment, I look between my brothers then scrub my hands down my face. When I got down here forty-five minutes ago, I was ready to kill both of them. Brothers or not there is no way they should have sat back, knowing Willow was on the same dating app Carly was using before her death.
