She wrapped her arms around Taylor’s shoulders. Her feetlifted off the ground and she giggled. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I was so worried, Tay.”
Taylor didn’t say a word but hugged her tighter. This was so unlike her friend, who was never speechless. It hit her in a way that she couldn’t describe. It was like a mental conversation between her and her friend. This hug was more than being happy to see her. It was the words she couldn’t speak. The only time Taylor had a hard time talking was when she needed to apologize.
Kenzie hugged her tight and whispered, “I’m fine and it’s okay. Taylor, it’s okay.”
Her friend released her and her eyes confirmed what Kenzie knew. This was her saying ‘I’m sorry’ without uttering the words. She grabbed her hand and squeezed before losing her smile and jerking her head to the men standing gawking.
“I’ll be in my room. Don’t bother us.”
“That would be my room, darlin’.”
She pulled Kenzie down the hall. She barely had time to look back and see Bogs holding back a laugh when their eyes met and he winked at her. She lost sight of him when she was yanked through the door and it slammed behind her.
“Taylor, what’s going on?”
She sighed. “That man is such a prick. I called it right from the beginning, didn’t I?” She hopped on the bed and patted the mattress for Kenzie to join her. She slid her hair into a ponytail.
“Wait, what happened?”
She sighed, twisting her hair into a bun and tying it up as she spoke. “What didn’t happen?” She shook her head. “The condensed version? I got out of the club, couldn’t find you but made my way back to the apartment thinking that’s where you had gone. Knew those bastards were following me. I was able to dodge them for a few days when that prick Trent got his hands on me. Been here ever since.”
“Where were you for those few days?”
Taylor shrugged not meeting her eyes. “Not important.”
The soft knock on the door had her friend glaring at it. “Go away.”
“I need you to come out and talk with Kenzie in the living room,” Trent said.
“And I need you to fuck off.”
“Taylor,” Kenzie hissed. She may not understand everything that was going on but Taylor being nasty to Trent was not going to help in any way.
The knob wiggled but Taylor must have locked it behind her. “Open. The. Door.”
“No. We will come out when we are done talking. Now go away, Trent.”
Kenzie grabbed her fiend’s hand gaining her attention. “What’s going on?”
Taylor looked over her shoulder and raised her voice. It wasn’t a shout but she intended on Trent hearing her. “He wants us to come out because he doesn’t want me to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“Taylor, open the fucking door and shut your mouth,” Trent snarled behind the closed door. His voice made her jump on the bed. He was laying out a warning.
“No, asshole,” Taylor snapped in a catty victorious tone.
“Tell me what, Tay?” Kenzie whispered
She grasped both of Kenzie’s hands and her face softened. “I overheard Trent talking…”
She stopped in mid-sentence and they both flipped around to face the door when the crash boomed and the door flung open, slamming against the wall. Trent stood in the doorway. Long gone was the easiness of the gorgeous man. He looked damn near ferocious, his glare locked on Taylor as he stalked through the room. She scrambled off the bed to the other side leaving Kenzie seated in the middle watching the standoff between them.
“Get out, you maniac. You broke down the door in your own house. What the hell is the matter with you?”
“Me? What’s wrong with me? Darlin’, you have made me lose all sense of patience. As for me being a maniac, that’s rich coming from a woman who is bat shit fucking crazy.”
The rest of the men filed into the room. She widened her eyes when she saw Bogs. It was a plea for help. Someone needed to explain what was happening. It seemed everyone was in the dark about the situation between Trent and Taylor. Except maybe Declan. He stood off to the side, clearly on edge with his back to Evie in a protective stance.
