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He reached for my foot, but I stepped away. “Come here, sweetheart. I know a secret.”
Wells’ head popped up from behind the couch for a second before he went down again and the sounds of vomiting filled the room. I had to walk across the room to find Boone. He was passed out behind a grouping of house plants.
I looked around the room and decided that I was leaving. I wasn’t playing their games anymore. I couldn’t leave them to choke on their own vomit, but after I got them away from certain death, I was gone. The men I’d begged for a chance and cried that I loved were drunk off their asses like they were having a fucking party after breaking my heart. They couldn’t keep me prisoner and make people stay away from me. Screw them. I was done.
After trying and failing to lift Boone by myself, I took Remy’s phone from his pocket and rolled him onto his side. The phone at the guardhouse rang a few times before Nico picked up. I barely bit back a sigh. Nico didn’t seem to care about me in any way at all.
“Mr. Hawke?”
“Nico, it’s Memphis. I need some help at the main house.”
He spoke over me. “What are you doing with Mr. Hawke’s phone?”
“He’s drunker than drunk and I need help getting him and his two idiot brothers to bed. Would you come and help me?” I looked down and saw Remy moving his fingers like they were a camera square and he was taking fake pictures up my dress. “Stop it, you ass.”
“Excuse me?”
“Just get up here, please. They need help.”
I hung up and shoved Remy’s phone in my pocket without a second thought. Glaring down at him, I did my best to push my heartache and love all the way to the back of my brain.
“You look so beautiful when you’re mad.” Words slurred and all, Remy still chipped away at my resolve.
“I’m going to wait on the porch for Nico. Try not to choke while I’m gone.”
Thankfully, Nico was already coming in through the front door. I pointed him towards the living room and watched as the smell hit him. He looked back at me and then down at Remy, who’d probably never been anything other than a professional boss in front of him.
“Nico, bring Memphis to me. She’s being mean right now, but she said she loved me earlier. Can’t take it back, baby.”
Nico looked back at me with panic in his eyes. “What do I do?”
I growled. “You sure as hell don’t bring me anywhere. Help me get them to their rooms.”
“Are you sure you should be doing that in your condition?” He pointed to my stomach.
“My condition? I’m pregnant, not dying, Nico.” I grabbed Remy’s legs. “Help me or I’m about to drag him up the stairs like this, just so he hits every step on the way up.”
Remy gagged. “Gonna throw up.”
I threw up my hands and went to find a bucket. I had just made it to the kitchen when Remy’s phone buzzed in my pocket. Startled, I took it out and saw it was a notification from the gate. I turned to go give the phone to Nico when video popped up on the screen.
Three women were standing in front of the gate, already out of their car. They were barely dressed and as I watched on in horror, they flashed the camera and laughed together. “Let us in, guys! I thought you were ready for a party. Remy, Boone, Wells!Hello? Would it help if we showed you our tits again?”
I turned off the screen and looked away, horrified and crushed. I walked back into the living room and saw Nico had already managed to get Remy onto one of the couches. Without saying a word, I helped him do the same with Boone. Wells had to be cleaned up first, but not too long after, they were all settled on the couches, propped up by pillows so they couldn’t roll onto their backs, and I’d sent Nico to the gate to get rid of the women. Their dates had partied too hard before they arrived. Too bad.
With my heart wedged in my throat, I found a notepad and pen in the kitchen and wrote out a simple goodbye. I didn’t plan on being around when they woke up the next morning.
62.
***Boone***
Ishovedmywayoff the couch and barely made it four feet before I had to stop and vomit. I had the worst hangover I’d ever felt in my life and I was concerned my head was split open by the degree of pain I was in. I looked around the room, squinting at the bright light, and saw both Remy and Wells still trapped in their pillow cages. I ran my hands over my body, checking for injuries, and tried standing straight up again. The pained sounds I made startled Remy from his sleep. Or unconsciousness.
“You’re being too damn loud.” He flopped around, trying his best to get up. “What the fuck kind of jail is this?”
Wells pushed the front row of pillows away from his chest and immediately rolled into the floor. He swore wildly and then did one of my pained sounds. “This is hell. I’m in hell.”
I walked very carefully to the coffee table, where several water bottles had been left with a bottle of pain relievers. “Did we do this? That was nice of us.”
