Page 64 of Destined for Him
I don’t waste a second in answering because I’m pretty sure there’s only one reason she’s calling me.
Tommy.
“You okay?” I ask my heart in my throat. “Shelby?”
“I’m okay,” comes her shaky voice, and instead of comforting me, it makes me feel violently sick. “But I need your help.”
“Anything,” I say, sitting upright.
If Tommy’s laid a fucking finger on her, I’ll kill him without a second thought.
“Can you come and get us? I don’t know who else to ask….”
“Yes.”
I don’t ask who ‘us’ is because I don’t care if she’s with Mickey fucking Mouse—I’m going.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s far….”
“Shelby, where are you? Are you safe?”
My head fills with many scenarios, and when she lets out a whimper, I almostflyto the city.
“We’re hiding,” Shelby confesses, her voice trembling. “I’ll text you the address; come to the outhouse in the yard. It’s beside the swimming pool. The gates are open because of the party.”
“Okay,” I tell her, heading to the truck. “I’m on my way.”
Why is she hiding?
Who from, Tommy?
I’m destined for prison, that’s for sure, because if I almost buried Finlay because hesaidshit about her I didn’t like, then I don’t even want to know what I’ll do to Tommy.
Unless Tommy is hiding with her…but my gut tells me it’s him.
Shelby wouldn’t call me unless she had to, and I could hear the fear in her voice.
She’s scared.
I curse the distance between us as my truck eats the miles, and I thank my lucky stars I’m sober enough to drive right now.
Not that I’d stop for the cops anyway; they could follow me all the way to Shelby.
My hands ache from gripping the steering wheel so hard, but I can’t help it.
I should never have left her with him.
I thought she’d move on and move out, but something has happened.
And if it’s scared Shelby, you can guarantee it’s bad.
I can’t get the image of her hiding in the fucking outhouse out of my head, and I swear if she’s got one mark on her, I’ll set the house on fire with him in it—her mother, too, if she’s not stopped it.
“Come on, baby,” I say to my truck as I push down on the accelerator. “We’ve gotta get there faster.”
If Shelby is hiding, maybe Tommy has a gun.
I glance in my rearview mirror and smile grimly.
