“I’ll let you know when she’s up to seeing you, though,” he went on. “When I came back, I’ll give you her location and you can come see her. Talk to her.”
“Alright,” I sighed out. That, that I could handle. I’d go and beg her to fucking take me back. I couldn’t live without her any more. “You sure she’s okay?”
“Yeah,” Travis answered. “Her friend got hurt, so she’s worried about that. But she’s okay.”
“Okay. Keep me posted,” I sighed.
“Will do,” he said, ending the call.
Well, at least things couldn’t get any worse, could they?
~oOo~
I had spoken too soon.
Things did get worse. Much worse.
An hour later, as I pulled up to the club, I couldn’t help but let a round of cuss words fall from my mouth. I thought Avidya leaving me was bad, but this topped the list. I no longer knew what the fuck to do. My life was falling apart everywhere I looked.
Firetrucks. Police tape. Sirens. Lights. Smoke. Water.
My heart couldn’t take anymore. I was done with everything.
My club was burnt to ashes.
Only thing left standing was the walls, but even they were covered in water and soot.
Smoke billowed up into the sky as if it was finished destroying the rest of my life that was worthwhile.
Someone set my place on fire. And they would pay for doing so.
Cooling my pure rage and fury, I stepped out of my parked car, drawing attention to the nearest firefighter and cop as they stood back, watching to make sure the place was as safe as it possibly could be in its current state.
“You the owner?” the cop asked, tipping his head up to meet my eyes.
“Yes. Zachariah Melendez,” I answered. “What happened here?” I nodded my chin towards my building.
“We got the call about three hours ago for the fire, and by then the place wasn’tsalvageable. No one was in there, but from the looks of it, the fire started in the back room,” the firefighter answered. “I believe this fire was started by an arsonist.”
“Just fucking great,” I mumbled to myself. I ran a hand down harshly over my face, willing life to just let something go right for once for me.
“Do you have anyone that would want to burn this place down, or someone who wanted to hurt you?” the cop asked.
“Everyone wants to hurt me and my family,” I deadpanned.
He must have been new to the task force, as it was pretty common my family was either hated or looked up to.
“Alright,” the cop said, fear starting to make its way through his body. “We’ll check the cameras and see if there’s any video showing who started the fire.”
“Why didn’t my fire alarm go off?” I asked. I had every safety measure in place, there shouldn’t have been any way a fire could have been set unless someone knew the inner workings of my building.
“Not sure, sir,” the cop replied. “Could it have been one of your employees?”
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “Only three employees know how to disarm it. One of which is not in town right now. The other I trust to keep this place opened if I’m not here.”
“If you think of anyone, give the station a call,” the cop said, making his way to his car. Yeah, he was new.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I called Jonas. I knew he wouldn’t do this, but he may have an idea who did. I would hunt who burned my club to the ground and they would pay for doing so.
