“Mad? I am fucking livid, Nina. All I ask is to know you are safe.” His voice shakes as his anger rises. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me before?” he bellows at Scarlet.
“Mason, calm down,” Vinny says, stepping forward.
“She’s fine, big brother. Just chill, okay?” Scarlet says, giving him a pointed look as her eyes dart to me.
“Chill? I would be fucking chill if one of you bothered to call me.”
* * *
Mase
“Mason!”Scarlet whisper-shouts at me.
I follow her line of sight and find Nina swiping at her tear-stained cheeks.
Fuck.
“Nina,” I soothe, pulling her into my arms.
“I’m so sorry.” She sniffles into my chest, her body trembling.
I look up to the night sky willing myself to calm down.
She is safe.
A paramedic approaches us and takes some papers from Nina, and he checks them over then tears off the bottom piece. “So I’m happy for you to go home and rest without needing to go to the hospital, but please call 111 if you feel any of the symptoms listed within the next forty-eight hours, okay?”
“Yes, okay. Thank you,” Nina tells him.
Vinny looks over at me in question, and I give him a nod. “Come on, love.”
He wraps his arm around her and walks her to the Audi.
“You’re sure she doesn’t need to go to hospital?” I ask the paramedic as he starts to remove his gloves.
“The car took the brunt of the impact.” He looks at the crumpled front bumper. “She should be fine, but as I said, call if you have any concerns. She is pretty shaken up but otherwise is fit and healthy.” He nods to me before climbing into the back of the ambulance.
I start to empty the Bentley of all my belongings before it gets towed away. Scarlet stands at my side as I open the boot.
A suitcase stuffed full lies in the bed.
“She said you asked her to move in.” Scarlet smiles.
“Yeah,” I say, staring down at the small case.Does she have more than this?
“Dad has an appointment tomorrow.”
“Not now, Scar, please.” I look at her, running my hand down over my face. “Just not tonight.”
“When then, Mase? You didn’t even tell Nina!”
“Tell her what?” I frown.
“Jesus Christ. About Dad! The transplant!”
“I was going to.”
She rolls her eyes, knowing I wouldn’t have. “It’s about time you started taking his health more seriously. Before it’s too late.” She stalks off towards her car, and I slam the boot.
