Nice fucking try.
“How can he really be gone?”
Travis’s sudden words slice right through me, and it makes my breath catch.
The reality of what’s happened and Matteonotgetting the upper hand.
He won, right?
Levi’s gone.
“Shit…Bay,” he mutters under his breath, and it’s then I realize I’m crying when a tear hits my cheek. “Come here.”
I slowly inch for him, wrapping my arms around his ribs and squeezing him tightly to me.
He’s an immediate comfort as I rest my cheek to his chest. Something I truly don’t deserve right now but demand anyway.
“I’m not going to reach out,” I tell him as I feel his body shift, and his arms begin to encase me. “I’ll send Juice to?—”
Travis suddenly flinches backward and out of my grasp as if something just shocked him.
Then a tower of all-black and lean muscle shows up at my side.
Ozzy.
My jaw tics, but I’m not in the mindset to deal with my husband right now. I have to get home to Ellie and Mae and…tell them tomorrow.
Travis remains frozen on the sidewalk, unable to move with sheer fear in his eyes when I step out in front of my bodyguard and glare up at him.
“Stop.” Ozzy doesn’t utter a word, but I’m immediately greeted with those dark blue eyes. “What did I tell you about that?”
Ozzy only stares back, not giving up an inch of what he wants to unleash on Trav.
Turning on my heel, I find Travis’s frame already fleeing back to his house. He’s reached his limit, and I can’t say I blame him one bit for not wanting to stick around.
Not only that, but he lost a friend, too. Someone he looked up to. Someone I simply can’t live without.
Exhaling heavily through my nose, I pivot back to my stolen vehicle when Ozzy decides he’s going toblockmy path.
I clench my teeth and, ever-so-slowly, peer up and find my silent partner still staring down at me with those dark blue eyes. “Well?”
Nothing.
Like always.
And since I’m not a mind reader, he’s going to need to produce some words or we’re not going to get far here.
Inhaling a deep breath to gain some patience, I begin to round his body again when Ozzy’s arm shoots out, and I’m about ready to lose my fucking shit.
Nostrils flaring, I glance back up at him and wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
It’s not a game I like playing, honestly. But it’s become a thing for us, apparently.
“What?” I finally snap, thrusting both my arms down at my sides because it’s either that or punching him in the stomach. “If you want something,speak. If not, fuckoff.”
