“We’ll think of something.”
“What?” he asks desperately, and I wish I had a good answer for him.
“Just leave it to me, I’ll deal with it. And no more gambling, guns, or knives. Is that clear?”
Seb and Ben step hurriedly out of my way as I go upstairs. I’m so angry I want to punch them.
How has it come to this?
Stomping up to my room, I slam the door behind me, grab each item from the bag one by one, and hide them around my room in separate places.
My phone vibrates continually as I go, and despite my rage, I can’t help but be intrigued at why someone is sending mesixmessages in the space of thirty seconds.
I drag it out of my pocket.
GRAY:SOS
Then there is a dropped pin at the location of a fancy Manhattan restaurant.
GRAY:Emergency.
GRAY:$5,000
GRAY:$10,000
GRAY:$20,000. Come here and make a scene. Get me out of this nightmare date.
GRAY:PLEASE.
I’ve just had one of the shittiest nights of my life, learned that my brothers have officially lost their damned minds, and discovered guns inside my own house.
I should tell him to get fucked and go back to bed, but I find my lips twitching as the texts get more unhinged the longer he goes without a reply.
Something in me knows I should stay here and babysit my Looney Tunes family, but a larger part just wants to throw off the shackles of my own life and go and save Mr. Asshole from his.
Not to mention, that’s alotof money, and god knows we need it.
Chapter 28
Gray
Iwonder what would happen if I use the candle in the center of the table to set it on fire.
“I’ve spent a lot of time in Bali,” Sarah says, red wine staining her lips. “It’s one of the most gorgeous places to visit. When I graduated, Daddy took me there in his plane, and we had the best time swimmin’ with dolphins. Have you ever been to Bali?”
Is this my third glass of wine or my fourth?
I don’t even have to reply; she just keeps talking. Other than introducing myself and speaking to the waiter to make my order, I have said nothing since we’ve been here.
Not a single, solitary word.
My thumb moves rapidly over my phone screen under the table. I can’t tell if Jax has seen my messages. My plan is to go to the bathroom soon and call her to beg her to come and help.
I never, ever want to see Sarah again. I was certain of it thirty seconds after meeting her. Not only is she self-centered and oblivious to everyone around her, but she has also said several things that are major red flags.
Is it normal to mention you are ‘super fertile’ on a first date?
I wouldn’t put it past my mother to have recruited this woman to force me into an elopement or something. Sarah’s attractive, with slicked-back blonde hair, pouting lips, and a lovely Southern drawl, but she’s disconnected from anything going on around her.
