Page 43 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

I told myself that I’ll be stronger. That I’ll fight it.If I can do it, then maybe Abigail can too.

The thought of her being in her dorm room taking a blade to her beautiful porcelain skin rips me apart inside.

All I can do is trust that she’s being strong, that she’s fighting the darkness more effectively than I am.

I keep my eyes on Oak, Reese, and Theo, wishing my life was as easy as theirs are right now.They’ve overcome everything that was thrown at them this year and come out the other side with their girls standing firmly beside them.

I guess it should give me hope. Especially when I remember how hopeless some of their situations seemed at certain points this year. But it’s not helping.

Nothing is.

My brows pinch as Oak lifts his phone up to look at the screen before he swipes and puts it to his ear.There’s only one person who would call him tonight.Everyone else is here.

My heart begins to race as I think about what the girls are doing.

What Abigail is doing.

Oak and Reese told me earlier that they were going out.

The thought of my sweet Abigail in a club surrounded by drunken arseholes without us there to protect her has acid sloshing in my stomach.

I want to be there. To make sure that every motherfucker within a ten-mile radius knows that she’s mine.

She’s not yours though. You fucked it up, remember?

Oak pushes a finger into his other ear so he can hear what’s being said on the other end, and I sit up straighter as he turns his back on the others, his shoulders widening.

What’s happening?

Is Abi okay?

I can’t see his face so I don’t stand a chance of reading his lips, but I clearly see the moment he nods before hanging up.

He just agreed to something.

What?

He steps up to Reese before saying something in his ear and then marching towards the front door.

“Fuck,” I grunt, jumping to my feet and forcing my way through the crowd between us to find out what’s happening.

Something is wrong. I can feel it in the very depths of my soul.

He’s out of the front door by the time I catch up to him. The second he’s in touching distance, I grip his shoulder and spin him around to face me.“What’s going on?”

He studies me for a beat. I want to say that it’s because he’s surprised to have been stopped and not because he’s drunk.

Sure, he’s had a few beers but not enough to be wasted. Unless he’s had something I haven’t seen.

Oakley isn’t stupid enough to put his girl in danger, a little voice says in the back of my mind.

If that’s even where he’s going…

“Nothing,” he finally says. “Go back inside.”

I move closer. “Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

“Elliot.”

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