“Well—”
Just as he starts to speak, my cell rings and I see it’s her. “What the fuck, Whit? Where have you been?” I demand.
“Tyson.” She cries on the other end.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “What?” This is what she does, ignores me for days and then pretends to have some catastrophic reason to reach out to me. She knows how to play the damsel in distress way too well.
“Pl-ease…” she chokes out. “I need you.”
I sit up straighter, the sound of her voice sounding more convincing than usual. “Where are you?”
“I—” Cough. “I don’t know.”
“I can track you.” I pull the cell from my ear and turn on her tracking. It shows she’s ten minutes away. “I’m on my way.”
LAIKYN
I’ve beenoff work for ten days. Tyson said three weeks, but Gavin said that I was doing surprisingly well. It didn’t do any damage to any important organs. It was more superficial than anything, if you ask me. I can go back to work, but I have to be careful not to lift too much too soon and tear my stitches open. Other than that, I’m good.
I haven’t spoken to Tyson much. I’m pissed at him. He promised me that he wouldn’t drug me, and he did. Just another reason I can’t trust him. Things got hard and he just knocked me out.
Not sure why I’m so surprised.
We also haven’t had sex since I was stabbed. If I’m being honest with myself, that’s another reason why I’m so on edge and pissy. I never realized how much sex can affect your everyday life until now. I hate that I ever experienced it to begin with because he can cut me off at any time.
I’m not sure why he hasn’t touched me. Tyson never gives you hints as to why he does what he does. He just expects you to live with it. Or I guess it could have to do with the fact that we were already kinda arguing about what went down in his office with Collin. Well, I was pissed at him, and he didn’t seem to care.
“Good to see you back, Lake.” Beau smiles at me from behind the bar.
I nod. “It’s good to be back.” Setting my tray down on the server station, I ask, “What section do I have tonight?”
He picks up a piece of paper and places it in front of me. “Sorry.”
“He gave me one table,” I bark out. “Seriously?” My eyes snap up to Beau’s.
He raises his hands in surrender. “I just do as I’m told, Lake.”
I let out an audible growl. That’s why he is the way he is. Because everyone just does as they’re told. I spin around to storm off up to his office when Beau stops me. “He’s not up there.”
“Where the hell is he?” I bark, turning back to face him. Since he’s not fucking me, he no longer requires my attendance in his office before my shifts. I haven’t seen him since this morning when I woke up, and even when he left the apartment, he didn’t tell me where he was going.
“Lake.” His face falls. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Looking for your husband?” Bethany asks, coming up beside me. They thought her arm was broken but turns out it wasn’t as bad as that either. He let her come back after a week.
“Yeah. Know where he is?” I ask tightly, hating the fact that I know she does.
Beau shakes his head softly, telling her no, and I narrow my eyes on him.What the fuck?
“Basement,” she answers, trying to hide her smile. We’re not best friends but she’s still nicer than she was when I started working here.
“Basement? Is that like another club or something?” I wonder.
She laughs softly. “The basement. Under Blackout. He’s been down there for days.” Then she grabs her tray and walks off.
“How the hell do I get there?” I demand of Beau.
“Lake, don’t—”
