“I have.”
“I expected worse.” Scarlet shrugs at me as the paramedic passes me a form.
I stare down at the front of Mason’s Bentley—which is now embedded in the back of a black cab.
Luckily it was empty and the driver is fine.
“Worse? How does this get any worse?” My phone rings for the sixteenth time and I reject the call.
“I’ll call him,” she states, pulling out her phone.
I stare at her wide-eyed, shaking my head at her. “Scar, no!”
“Mason. I’m with Nina.”
I palm my forehead, wondering whether I should start running now.
My stomach rolls as the Audi approaches, and I’m surprised I manage to stay on my feet. I can’t believe I crashed his car. His Bentley.
My body shakes with adrenaline, and I know I’m only moments away from tears. My emotions bubble to boiling point when I see him step from the car.
He doesn’t say a word to anyone. He strides across the asphalt, walking past the Bentley as if it’s not even there—broken.
Jesus, I crashed his car.
My feet leave the ground as he wraps his arms around me, shaking his head as it burrows deep into my neck. “What are you trying to do to me, Pix.”
“I’m so sorry. Your car. I don’t know wha?—”
“The car doesn’t matter,” he says, pulling back and shaking his head. “Why didn’t you call me? It’s been over an hour since you texted me.”
“I thought you’d be mad.”
“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 had 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?”
