Chapter Twenty-Nine
Carter
Iknewshe’d freak out, but I didn’t think she’d have that drastic of a response. I ran after her, but when I saw Cole standing there, waiting, I froze, not sure what was going on. Why the hell would he be there, and outside the club at that?
Something else is going on, and as I sat there, listening to their exchange, I heard my worst fears. I knew he liked her, but hearing that she was willing to give up the club to be in a relationship with him gutted me.
But when I heard he tried to get me kicked out of the club all I saw was red. Cole’s been my one friend, the guy who knows everything and has been there through it all. The first four years after we split I spent looking for her but never thought about the baby.
It wasn’t until I moved to San Francisco that I started looking into anything I could do legally to know where my baby is, and Cole is the one who helped me.
I poured my heart out to him many times and to hear him stab me in the back like that pushed me over the edge, and friends or not, I wanted to kill him.
Thank God, the bouncer was there to stop me, and Cole was smart, getting in his car and leaving. The only shitty thing is he probably followed Evangeline, and here I am, sitting outside the club like an asshole since I left the keys to my car inside, along with my wallet and shoes.
The bouncer stares at me like I’ve done something wrong, but dealing with him is the last of my worries, so without saying anything, I walk back to the entrance, grab my stuff and head out.
I know I’ll be hearing about this. There’s no way they’d allow someone to leave this club that upset and not try to figure out why.
The City may only be seven square miles, but when you’re driving around aimlessly searching for one car, in particular, it may as well be a million.
After an hour, I finally realize it’s hopeless, so I drive to Cole’s place. When I don’t see his car, rage fills me again.
He has to be with her.
Without thinking I call him, ready to light his ass up, even if it’s on his voicemail, but when he answers, I wasn’t expecting what I heard.
“She’s gone. What the fuck did you do?”
“What did I do? What did you do?”
“Fuck, Carter. You need to back off. I really like this girl, and she was giving us a shot.”
I laugh. “A shot? You’re kidding me, right? You knew who she was tome,” I yell, “yet you were going to try to keep her from me?”
“Yes, I was. I’ll admit it. She left you years ago, and now it’s my turn.”
“Your turn?” My voice gets even louder, astonished to hear what’s coming out of his mouth. “She gave birth tomychild.”
“Yeah, that she gave up and never told you about. Or did you forget?”
“Fuck you.”
“Right back at you,” he demands before hanging up the phone, leaving me no closer to finding her.
Evangeline
Icouldn’t go home, I knew that much. Cole knew where I lived, and I needed to be away from him right now. I couldn’t go to my friends’ house because how in the world would I even begin to tell them how fucked up things have gotten.
So I turned to the only person I knew who would understand, and, more importantly, where I could speak freely about what just went down.
My tears faded when I saw the rage that Carter and Cole had toward each other but when Kamii opened her front door, they came again in full strength, and I had to hold on to the railing to keep myself from falling to the ground.
“Angie, what happened?” she asks, running out to catch me and hold me tightly.
I feel bad knocking on her door like this, but I turned off my phone as soon as I got in my car, so I couldn’t call to give her a heads-up I was coming over. I didn’t want to risk seeing Cole calling me, so instead of having to ignore it, I shut it down completely.
“It’s him,” I cry out, gasping for air through my tears, unable to say anything else.
