Page 48 of Whispers of Fire

No clue if she still wants to talk to me after this mornin’ and patience isn't really my forte. I remind myself that I gave her the burner phone.

No way I'm waitin’ until tonight to know if she'll show up.

Cause that's the fuckin' recipe for my impatient self to break in her room and carry her to my home myself .

I bite my lips, sinking my teeth deeper than it should. I should give her space, give her time to think about everything that happened this morning and what I told her about Skarn. She's been raised in this cult, no wonder she'll need time to realize the scam. But I'm a fuckin' impatient guy and so I can't help myself but take my phone and text her. I don't even expect an answer; perhaps she didn't have time to get used to it since I gave it to her.

Vox : Will I see you tonight Angel?

Putting the phone back into my inside pocket, I finish my drink and tap Carter's shoulder.

“Thanks for the intel, brother.”

“I'm serious when I say I'd rip his throat if I could. Ya need help to get him, you tell me, okay?” His gaze locks with mine for a second.

“Will do, thanks, brother.” I stand up, walking toward my office, passing by the high ceiling shelves where some of our drugs are held. Leaving my cut on my chair, I sit in front of my laptop with my phone next to it.

I sigh; lots of stuff to do today and never enough time. Accounts to check, new supply to order and a little surprise visit to some newbies in town to emphasize the rules. I open my laptop when a familiar buzz echoes in the room. Taking out my phone, I freeze as I see the name appear on my screen.

Angel : If I come, will you read to me?

Fuck yeah .

She answered. She must have known how phones worked before even if she never had one cause I wasn't expecting that long of an answer. I feel like a fuckin’ teenager, my heart hammerin’ in my chest.

She wants me to read?

I’ll fuckin' read her my whole bookshelf if she wants me to.

Vox : Anything you want, Angel.

She answers right back, as if she had been eagerly waiting for my text.

Angel : Just reading, I don't want to talk about anything else.

Yeah, just like I thought. Damn it, why do I feel the pull to know her every thought and reaction?

Right now, I just wish I could see her face and read her icy blue eyes, tellin’ me everything I need to know to make sure she's okay. But I'll have to wait for tonight to know that.

Vox : Just reading Angel, I promise.

I sit down on my leather armchair, my skin burning from texting my angel.

Fuck, I don't even feel a thing when I get club chicks on my lap but a few texts about reading and I'm fuckin' blushing .

Shaking my head I start to work. I’m gonna try to finish it as fast as possible so I can get home soon to see my girl .

Chapter 10

Rose

As I step into the wedding dress shop, my hands suddenly shake, hinting at the suffocation waiting for me inside.

I don’t want to do this.

I can almost taste the pressure, heavy with expectations I never wanted. I glance around the room and see rows and rows of dresses stretching out like an endless sea of white waves. Everywhere I look, it’s just more dresses, each one fancier than the last.

Lace, glitters, silk, everything I will never have.

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