“I tried to help him. I’ve tried more than once. I even told him he could stay with me. But he runs every time. He’s always so scared. And now…”
“Okay,” I interrupted. “Don’t stress yourself out. Wyatt is going to be fine.”
Rett sniffled and then nodded. “You’re right.”
I liked it when he agreed with me.
“Because I’m going to that drop and making sure of it.”
Now wait just one damn minute.“Over my dead body!”
“And you aren’t coming, or Tommy will kill you too!”
I wasn’t even going to dignify that with a response. “Notif I kill him first.” Listen, the words just slipped out.
“You can’t! Then they’ll kill Wyatt!” He began to cry.
Squatting in front of the couch, I took his face in my hands and held it firmly. “Look at me.”
Large, wet, guilt-shackled eyes met mine.
My heart started to bleed.
“No one is going to kill Wyatt,” I swore.And everyone who ever hurt you is going to fucking pay.“You trust me?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Drink the rest of your water,” I said, leaving him on the couch to head toward the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Pip called after me.
“To get my phone,” I said over my shoulder.
I had a call to make.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Rett
In the last forty-eight hours, I had lived three lifetimes. I mean, seriously, how had it been onlytwodays? I could write an entire book—which was something I’d secretly dreamed of—andslapTrue Storyon the cover, but no one would believe me because it was just too absurd.
I mean, I could hardly believe it, and it wasmylife.
And the wildest part was it wasn’t even over.
Actually, no. The wildest part was that I planned to go into a secret drug den later tonight to try and help Wyatt, but this morning? This morning, Hiro made me go get an eye exam.
That’s right, an eye exam.
Like my eyes were somehow more important than a man being kidnapped and held hostage against his will!
I don’t even know how I made it through the appointment while they did all kinds of things like blow air in my eye (oddly intrusive), make me click a little beeper thingy every time I saw a light (okay, that was kinda fun), then put drops in my eyes that dilated my pupils so everything looked like itwas underwater (never doing that again).
Wait. I do know how I made it through the appointment. Hiro sexed me up before we left the house. Next thing I knew, we were at the vision center, and he was pushing me into a chair for my eyes to be violated.
Turns out I’m nearsighted and need glasses. No one is surprised by this, right?
