Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Let go of me,” I yell playing along. “Who the fuck are you?” I struggle a little more, but stop once I feel his arms almost release me. This guy is weak as hell, making this even harder to do. The look I give Bryan says I’m going to kick his ass for making me act like a pussy.
I smile when I see Bryan almost take both of these guys down. Seems he can’t turn it off very well either.
“For fuck’s sake,” the guy holding me mutters.
I feel his grip loosen again, and I can tell he’s about to throw me to the side. I know once I land I have to pretend to be out for the count somehow, but what I didn’t anticipate is my feet getting tangled in his. I also didn’t calculate the distance from me to the bedside table. I see it as I’m falling to the ground.
The sound of my head cracking against it makes my stomach turn even before I feel the pain shatter through my head. I lose consciousness before I can even crumple to the floor.
Chapter 27
Khloe
“He’s working,” Emmalyn says again.
I sigh, my frustration to the point I can’t even hide it any longer.
“I know. He’s been working all week, but we text constantly. I texted last night and again earlier today, and he still hasn’t responded.” I push my tongue to the roof of my mouth to keep the tears from falling. “He always responds.”
She pats me on the back like a mother would a child. I want to shrug her off, but I know she’s only trying to be supportive.
“Sometimes when Diego goes on a job, I don’t hear from him for a few days. I know it’s hard to just sit back and wait, but it’s what we have to do.”
I nod my head at her explanation. It doesn’t get rid of the sick feeling I have in my gut; the one that tells me something is wrong, beyond her explanation of this just being part of the job.
Kincaid comes to the table, kisses her on the head, and sits down beside her. I smile, having grown used to their level of affection. I pull my phone from my back pocket and call Kid again. It doesn’t even ring this time, going straight to voicemail.
I’m about to tell Kincaid my worries when he pulls his own phone from his pocket. Looking down at the screen he frowns, which I never see him do when he’s this close to Emmalyn. He stands from the table, gives me a quick look, and walks away.
I couldn’t read his face, but I know he’s not happy about whatever information just came across his phone. My pulse begins to race, because I know, even though he didn’t say anything, that whatever it is has something to do with Kid.
My palms grow sweaty, and I can’t control the tremble in my hands.
Kincaid comes back, but calls to Emmalyn from the doorway.
“Babe,” he says getting her attention with his deep voice. “I need to talk to you.”
She sighs and gets up from the table, leaving me alone with my heart thundering in my ears.
Unable to sit still, I also get up from the table and head out to the main room. I pace for what feels like hours. I see the droop of the plants in the corner. These are clearly part of the forgotten project Emmalyn had going on. I grab supplies from the side porch and water the plants, if anything just to keep my hands busy while I wait for Kincaid to show his face.
I know something is going on. I know he may feel like I have no business knowing what that is, but that’s not going to keep me from demanding he tell me. I pace even more until both he and Emmalyn walk through the doorway.
My heart drops again when I see the duffle bag in his grip. He has one arm around Emmalyn, and I can tell she’s been crying. I swallow roughly, knowing in my heart I’m about to get horrible news for the second time in less than two months.
“Tell me,” I say through sobs I’m not even trying to control. “Please, tell me what’s going on,” I beg Kincaid as he gets closer.
My feet are planted in the exact same spot I stopped in when I saw them walk in the room. I’m afraid if I try to move I’ll fall on my face. I have no idea how I’m even standing right now.
Emmalyn releases her hold on Kincaid’s arm and wraps her arms around my shoulder.
“He’s fine,” he says knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
“He’s not hurt?”
He looks at me like he’s trying to decide what information to give me and what he needs to leave unsaid. “He hit his head,” he explains. “He’s in the hospital, but he’s going to be just fine. I’m going to Vegas to get him. We should be back tomorrow.”