She was hurt.
I pushed my hair back and clenched my jaw.
My God, she was fuckinghurt.
As I hit the road, I unlocked my phone with a shaky hand and made a very important call, and was relieved when he picked up on the second ring.
“What’s up?”
“I need your help,” I said. I took a right and drove as fast as I could.
“Shoot me the address and I’m there,” Ronen Luan, my good friend and one of L.A.’s best lawyers, answered.
I rattled the studio’s address to him, and he promised to be there as soon as possible.
Once the call ended, I hit the gas and sped through the empty streets with anger riding on my shoulder.
Aubrey didn’t learn to stay in her lane the easy way, and now that she’d gone and done the unexpected – she’d pay for it with everything she had.
Of that, I would make abso-fucking-lutely sure.
