Page 112 of Knights Game

“Well, they are! The fact of the matter is, we don’t know what they do. Not really.”

“I know it’s drugs,” I admit. “And you’re right.” I flop back down on the sofa. “He was adamant it was a set-up, and now they’ll turn London upside down to find out who’s behind it. We probably shouldn’t have come here…we should have gone back to his.”

I’m his weakness after all.

Levi knew it and tried to exploit the situation and having me parading around at the gala dinner last night like a show pony means everyone else will know it too.

Which means I have a new target on my back if what happened today was a set up.

“You think we’re in danger.”

“More so than yesterday. Come on, they won’t be back for hours yet and I have a key.”

“Should I pack a suitcase?” she asks, standing, stretching her back out.

“No, Katy, we’re going round there, you’re not moving in.” I scoff as my phone vibrates.

Grandad.

“Hello,” I answer, my voice small and shaky.

“Layla, it’s Sylvia.” I can hear it in her voice. Urgency.

“What’s happened?”

“He’s had a fall.” She clears her throat. “He’s fine, battered and bruised, but I think it would be helpful if he could see you. He’s in a bit of a state.”

“I’ll be right there.”

I hang up and run to the front hallway, Katy hot on my tail.

“He’s had a fall.”

“Do you need me to come with you, isn’t it safer?”

“You stay here, lock all the doors, and call Roman. Ask him where you should go. Here’s the key to Luca’s if he says go there. No packing a suitcase.”

She looks at me, eyes wide. “Fuck. This has just gone from a little bit of a winky butt hole to full on shit your pants. Take my car and call me when you get there. Be safe.”

I wrap her in a quick hug and run out of the house with the keys.

“Tell Luca!” she shouts as I jog down the pathway. “This is probably connected.”

The thought had crossed my mind, but if Levi was with Luca, who has hurt Grandad?

I drive the short ten minutes to the village, throwing Katy’s mini around the London roads quicker than I should. I pull into the first space I see and take out my phone, sending a quick message to Luca, and I’m momentarily conflicted at how much I wish he was here. But can’t help the rampant thoughts running through my head that this is connected to Levi, and in turn, him.

I race into the stuffy care home, not bothering to sign in. As I reach Grandad’s room, Sylvia comes out.

“He’s fine, he’s fine,” she reassures me, seeing my panicked face. “The doctor’s in there with him, he’s confident that nothing is broken, but they will take him up to the hospital to make sure once he’s calmed down.”

I hear him shouting, “Get your grubby mitts off me!”

Sylvia smiles sadly. “I think we may need to sedate him.” She squeezes my shoulder and I walk into the room.

“Reg,” says Victoria one of Grandad’s regular caregivers, “Calm down, the doctor is trying to check your hand.”

“Poking and prodding isn’t going to make it any better is it, you morons.” He bats them away.

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