Page 37 of The Addict

“I got it mom,” I extended my hand. “Let me talk to him.”

My mother shrugged and handed the phone over to me before she gasped. “Delane dear, the pancakes are burning!”

I walked briskly out of the room, but not before hearing Delane apologizing with vigor. I took a deep breath before placing the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

A chuckle. “Delane, huh? That’s a pretty name.”

“Why did you call, Mr. Thorne?” I couldn’t help but taunt him with the formalities.

There was a shifting sound coming from the other end. “You know why I’ve called.”

“Of course I do. How could I forget?” I started a steady pace from one side of the room to the other, knowing that Delane was listening to my every word from inside the kitchen. And how could I blame her? She was scared.

“Good. You can expect me to arrive around six.”

I glanced at the clock. “Too soon.”

“Hmm? Why is that Hansen?”

I placed a hand to my forehead, really wishing that I could sound, I don’t know, like I wasn’t a fucking idiot trying to cover up something. “I have...guests...”

“Ah, I see. Is this…Delane girl, the pretty little number you rescued last night?”

Fuck.

I leaned into the phone. “That is none of your concern, nor was it part of the deal to give you unnecessary information.”

It wasn’t often that I heard Silas laugh genuinely, but this laugh rang through the phone straight to my ears. “Touchy. But no matter,” his tone dropped, “I’ll get what I want tonight.”

“You will, but–”

“Six.”

“Silas–”

Click.

DELANE

Noah kept glancing nervously at the clock and it was freaking me out. I wanted to ask him so badly what he and Silas had spoken about over the phone. Noah hadn’t touched his food, so I presumed it was something bad, although bad seemed like a complete understatement from what he was trying to convey to me through his eyes.

He looked afraid, and agitated. I was tempted to speak, but his mother was sitting next to us, oblivious of what was really going on, or what her son had agreed to at my expense.

The front door opened, and Noah jumped at the sound.

“Noah, it’s just your brother, calm down,” his mother chided, standing and leaving the room to greet Damian.

Now was my chance.

“Noah, what’s going on?”

“You have to get out of here!”

We blurted out at the same time, and I froze.

“What?” I questioned.