“Uh, no. Chiara has to go home too, and so do I,” Priscilla said. “If I wanted my nerves worked, I would have stayed at home with my kids, hell.”
Coby blew kisses at Priscilla.
“Y’all gon’ head and go. I got her,” I told my cousins.
Priscilla sighed with relief before standing and helping Chiara’s drunk ass up. Priscilla kissed Coby on her forehead and then waved her fingers at me as they left the restaurant.
“Are you mad at me?” Coby asked the moment we were alone.
“No. Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You feel mad.”
“Ifeelmad?”
“Yes. It’s a feeling,” she explained needlessly.
“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get you home.” I threw down some cash to cover the bill and tip, and then picked Coby up with my arms under her back and legs. I ignored the curious gazes that followed us as I carried her out of the restaurant with her head on my shoulder.
She was asleep by the time we reached the car.
Unknown: Hey thief… u there?
It was just a little after two in the morning, and I was standing in an apartment building just seconds away from knocking on the front door of one Destiny Arehart when I received the text message.
A message that came from Kellan’s stolen phone.
I held up my hand to signal my men to wait as I typed a response.
Yes. What can I do for you, Hunter?
Her reply came instantly and didn’t disappoint.
Unknown: You’re lurking outside my friend’s apartment like the boogeyman.
Unknown: It’s making her very nervous
I didn’t give a damn, but I typed anyway…
That’s unfortunate. Where r u?
I didn’t believe in mincing words. To my surprise, neither did Hunter because a minute later she texted an address where to meet her.
Unknown: But you should know that I’m not interested in talking
Good. Neither was I.
I didn’t bother to text back as I pocketed my phone and gave the order for my men to retreat. It was likely a trap that Hunter was leading me into, but I didn’t give a single fuck.
I had to see her.
I had to know because I was starting to understand why Coby was so attached to her roommate. That shit spelled nothing but trouble and would probably get me killed.
Coby was soft and sweet but savage when she wanted to be.
Hunter was…something else. I didn’t know yet, and it bothered me how much I wanted to find out.
“What’s up?” Abel asked me as we left the complex.
