Page 160 of Never Fall for an Angel

He huffs out a breath, readjusting and getting comfortable, while I pull back the covers with a snicker.

I’m about to climb under the sheets when something heavy falls from the bed to the floor.

I freeze, looking around my feet for whatever it could have been, but it’s impossible to see in the dark. Leaning down, I run my hands over the hardwood floor, my fingers bumping into something under the edge of the bed.

Grabbing it, I pull it out and hold it up to the moonlight shining through the window.

Oh, shit.

It’s a phone. Nothing fancy, but a phone nonetheless. A note is wrapped around the outside of a rubber band. I take it, opening it up to read the jagged handwriting.

And then my heart goes cold.

Your family misses you.

CHRISTIAN

LA, November, 9 Months Ago

Sir, you can’t go in there.”

I don’t stop, pushing through the double doors to the emergency room and shoving right past the nurse that tries to stop me.

She’s chasing after me when I round the corner and see Mason Carpenter at the end of the hall, looking grim where he sits in a chair.

“I’m going to have to call security—”

“Call them,” I snap over my shoulder and whatever she sees in my eyes must scare her, because she falls back.

“He’s with us,” Mason says, though he looks like he’d much prefer they throw my ass out, instead.

“You’re sure?” the nurse asks and Mason just nods. She turns back to me, eyeing me reproachfully. “If you cause a disturbance, I’ll have to have you removed.”

“Good luck,” I murmur and she saunters away.

Immediately, I move to step past Mason, but he puts a hand out to stop me.

“Mason, if you don’t let me in through that door, I’ll rip it off the fucking hinges.

Mason is huge, but I don’t give a damn. I’m almost as tall as him and with the rage coursing through my veins, I know I could take him.

I also don’t want to hurt him, but if he doesn’t give me a choice, I’ll do what I have to do.

“Mom told me what you did,” he grits, his eyes narrowed and the vein in the center of his forehead bulging. “You know how fucking illegal that is?”

“She also tell you, she’s the one who asked me to?”

He falls silent, staring at me.

“Why the fuck would she do that?”

I shrug. “Ask her yourself. Let me by.”

Again, he stops me, a hand on my chest.

I have half a mind to break his fingers.

“She’s not in good shape, Cross,” Mason grunts, and I can see how tired he is. Fuck, we all are. As soon as I got the news, I left and flew straight to LA. I haven’t slept in God only knows how long.

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