He grumbled. “I don’t need no damn nurse. It was one little fall. I was trying to change a lightbulb.”
“And that’s why you’re getting a nurse. Why the hell would you be in here trying to change a lightbulb? You should’ve called me?”
“I had it handled.”
“Clearly, you didn’t,” I said, looking him over.
“You treat me like a kid.”
I laughed softly, heart still racing. “Better a kid than a corpse.”
He shook his head but allowed it, mumbling something under his breath about today’s young folks.
I smiled at him and made my way toward the kitchen, dialing Skye as I went.
She answered almost instantly, worry thick in her voice. “Ocean, what’s going on? Are you okay? Where are you?”
“Skye, I’m fine,” I said. “Ol’ School had a little fall, but he’s okay. I’m going to get someone over here to look after him, then I’ll be home.”
She exhaled, relief flooding through the line. “Thank God. Okay, be careful coming home.”
“I will.”
I hung up, then made a few phone calls to get someone to look after Ol’ School for the night. Once he was tucked in and resting, I headed out. I should’ve been going home but my encounter with Waylon was still heavy on my mind.
It was too much in one fucking day.
Driving, my hand tightened around the wheel and adrenaline rushed through me. It was sharp, hungry, and it needed release.
Before I knew it, I was pulling in front of a studio. But it wasn’t just some random studio...it was where I’d been informed that Enzo would be tonight.
Although Trace had given me the location, he’d told me to hold off since he was waiting to clarify some new information about Enzo and the party. But he wouldn’t tell me what the information was, and I didn’t have time to wait.
My thoughts were raw edges of anger, and I needed a target. And there he was, the arrogant son of a bitch, standing in the parking lot. No security. No excuses.
His eyes widened the second he saw me step out of my car.
“Ocean,” he said, trying to smile. “What brings you by?”
“You,” I growled.
The next few moments were a blur. Fists, hits, blocks, the raw instinct to make Enzo pay for everything he’d touched in the past. I cornered him, every word and punch calculated. “Theparty,” I said, voice low and lethal. “The night Skye was there. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
He swayed, caught between confusion and fear. “I don’t know?—”
“Liar,” I snapped.
My phone buzzed.
Still gripping the collar of Enzo’s shirt, I used my other hand to check the text.
Trace: Yo, Enzo wasn’t at the party that night. He was out of the country.
I frowned, then shoved my phone back in my pocket. “A text just saved your life tonight.” I hit Enzo one last time, then let him drop to the ground. “Now, about Kory Riley. Why the fuck are you two leaving hotels together?”
Enzo laughed, dark and knowing. “I’m not telling you shit. It isn’t my business to tell.”
My blood ran cold.
