Page 138 of From You to Me

“Is your knee bothering you again?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips as he pressed on. God, that felt so good. “I just need to ice and rest it. I’ll be fine.”

His hand lifted. “I’ll go get the ice.”

“You stay,” Mikey insisted. “You guys seemed settled in. I’ll go get it.”

Jay nodded, continuing to knead my knee.

I sighed, happily sinking into him.

“Good?” he mumbled, planting a soft kiss on the pulse thumping on my neck.

“Hmm,” I whispered, running my hand along his arm.

“Here you go,” Mikey walked in, handing me an ice bag and some ibuprofen.

“Thank you.”

“What happened to your knee?” Mikey questioned, a cornered frown marring his face.

“She broke it six years ago.” Jay sighed heavily, pressing the ice bag slowly. “She came up to visit me in LA but got robbed by some fucker.”

“I wasn’t robbed,” I muttered. “They only said it was a robbery, but I had everything on me. Though they still ruled it out as robbery.”

“Wait a damn minute.” Mikey held up his hand. “In LA? Six years ago? Wait, you actually came that night.”

Jay’s hand froze on the ice pack. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I nodded, a sad smile spreading across my lips. “Yeah, it was right after Auntie died. I tried calling all of you, but for some reason, I couldn’t get through to any of you except for Mikey’s. Even then it would only ring, and he never picked up. But after her funeral, I didn’t care about White’s threats anymore and just wanted to see you. I found out you guys were playing at the Bluebird, but the security guard wouldn’t let me in. But thankfully, Mikey’s call wired through, and he asked me to wait by the back door. My hope was only short-lived, the second I saw him peek outside the door, two men were dragging me down the alley. They didn’t say a thing as they smacked me around. It only lasted for like a minute before they ran away. The pain was unbearable, and the last thing I remembered was sending a voicemail to Jay, I was sure he would come as I lost consciousness. But I only woke up in a hospital room with a kind nurse staring at me and two policemen accusing me of not admitting to the robbery.”

Tense silence crisped the room. The anger radiating from those two was palpable.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Jay bit out.

Mikey shook his head, the usual mirth in his eyes was replaced by a deadly look that almost sent shivers down my body. “I did tell you, fucker. The first person I told was you but you wereas high as a kite, laughing it off. I was knee-deep looking after your sorry ass that I almost missed the call, but I didn’t see her that day, and her phone kept going straight to voicemail. So the incident outside of Bluebird was you? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why?” Jay asked.

“I remember that day; the whole thing outside the venue caused a huge ruckus, and we even had to delay the show. There wasn’t much news except that a fan got robbed outside. But I couldn’t brush off the fear that it could somehow be E, so I checked the records and contacted the authorities. I only calmed down when they confirmed that it wasn’t you. I even went to LA General, and they told me they didn’t have any patient called Evelyn.”

“What?” I muttered in disbelief. “That’s impossible. I was there. I spent about two months in that hospital.”

“The fuck is going on here?” Mikey cursed under his breath.

“I always thought White had something to do with it. She had a lot of connections in LA.”

“Maybe.” Mikey scrubbed a hand over his face. “But I recall that day very well, and she wasn’t there.”

“Still doesn’t mean she never found out about it.”

“Man.” Mikey leaned back, tilting his eyes to the ceiling. “That’s fucked up. I wonder what more that bitch is capable of.”

“Yeah, it’s a weird turn of events.”

Jay pulled me tighter into his arms. “I even asked Silas to look into this, but he couldn’t find a thing. But I’ll ask him to dig deeper. I want to know who the fuck did this to you.”

“Who’s Silas?”

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