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Call me asap

Then I raced home, took the stairs two at a time, slid my key into the front door and went in, hoping like all hell that I’d find him safe and sound asleep in his bed.

But he wasn’t.

Ky stirred when I opened his door and he blinked one eye at me. “Wassup?”

“D’you speak to Benj last night?”

He sat up. “Not since we went our separate ways. Was that like eleven o’clock?” He grabbed his phone. “No messages.”

“Fuck.” Panic was starting to bubble in my belly. “Apparently those men were looking for him again last night. And he’s not answering his phone.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as he rolled out of bed.

I sent Benji another spray of texts.

Where are you?

Benji tf ru?

U ok?

You need to lay low

If you don’t answer me rn I’m claiming your room

I stfg Benji

Tell me not to call the cops, Benji bc I’m about to

Then a whole damn eternity and a lot of nauseous pacing later my phone buzzed.

I’m okay

I almost freaking died from relief. Ky sagged when I showed him the screen. I hit Call.

He sounded completely fine. “Hey.”

“Oh, Benji, thank fuck. Where are you?”

Some place in Potts Point, apparently, and when I told him those two henchmen were asking questions, he wasn’t surprised.

Then he ever so casually told me he’d been hit by a car.

A fucking car.

So with his location on my phone, I found myself not long after ringing the buzzer at a nice apartment building. It was where the guy who’d hit him with his car lived, apparently.

And Benjwasokay. Kinda scratched up and a bit stiff and sore all over, but otherwise okay.

It could have been so much worse.

And the guy who’d hit him, Nolan, was actually a decent guy. He offered to let Benj stay with him while he recuperated, and I was not letting that opportunity pass us by.

I even brokered Benji a better deal. More money, anyway. And I got him a bunch of shit from the supermarket. If Richie Rich Disney Prince was offering to pay for whatever Benji needed, I wasn’t passing up that opportunity either.

I even laid the groundwork for a possible railing later on. There was definitely a spark of something between them. The timid looks and soft smiles, and tension even I could feel.

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