Page 40 of Game of Revenge

Tears fill my eyes, and it becomes harder to breathe.

I will never have that. I loved being an uncle, and I was blessed to raise Tiffany for those short years, but to have a little one of my own…

“Kiernan, are you still there? Hello!”I must have zoned out.

“Yeah, I'm here. The water looks so still tonight. Peaceful almost. As if it's never had to deal with death and murder.It's innocent. Cleansing,” I ramble, and Chuck sucks in a quick breath.

“Fuck. Please don't tell me you're where I think you are! Why does this shit happen to me? Kiernan, listen to me. You are so loved, and Carrie wouldn't survive it if you left her. Blakely would come back forever.”

“Carrie loves her children too much to stay away for long. You got lucky to have her. I was blessed to be her friend for as long as I was. She's my soulmate.”

“Kiernan, where are you? Are you at the bridge? Just keep walking and come to the house. No, better yet, I'll come to you.”

I hear him grabbing his keys and opening a garage door.

“It'll be too late, Chuck, I'm sorry, but just know that this is the only way. Keep my family safe. Protect them with your last breath and know I'll always be watching over you.”

I end the call and toss my phone over the barrier. Since Carrie attempted her life here, it's more difficult to climb onto the other side, but I manage.

Taking a few deep breaths, I wipe my cheeks and close my eyes. Brian's face is there smiling. He looks so happy. I just want to be happy.

Carrie

My phone won't stop ringing and because I took Bates’ car I don't have it hooked up to the stupid Bluetooth.

“It will have to wait. Not going to risk digging my phone out of my pocket while driving,” I mutter as I stop at a red light.

The guys are being ridiculous. I have another month of pregnancy left and all I'm doing is driving fifteen minutes from home to Frankie's house.

My bestie is sick and needs some cuddles. He's been looking thin the past few weeks and needs some ice cream therapy.

The light turns green, and I slow roll across the intersection before pulling into a small grocery store.

It's late, but they are open for another ten minutes. Grabbing my bag, I dig out my phone from my pocket, then unbuckle and turn the car off.

After opening my door, I have to finagle my stomach away from the steering wheel to climb out.

That stupid ringtone starts to play again, and I roll my eyes.

Fine. I'll answer their damn call and let them know that I'm still fucking alive.

“What!” I snap.

“Carrie, where are you? Kiernan is on the bridge. He won't answer his phone,”Chuck rushes out, and my body goes cold.

“No, no, no, no,” I chant before getting back in the car and peeling out of the parking lot. Fuck the ice cream.

“Carrie!”Chuck screams, so I put him on speaker.

“I'm five minutes away now. I can't lose him, Chuck. He's my lifeline,” I sob. My eyes blur from how fast the tears are falling.

Kiernan is more than my best friend. He's the one who has picked me up and held together my broken pieces more times than I can count.

How could I have missed that he was so far gone? Fuck, I'm so selfish. Taking away all he had to give to me and not returning it.

“Deep breaths. I called an ambulance and I'm about ten minutes away. Don't do anything stupid, baby. I love you.”

He ends the call as I pull up onto the bridge. I don't see Kiernan. Parking, I leave the car running and open my door.

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