Page 144 of Wicked Rockstar

Once I reminded him that he was a stupid idiot.

That I’d chosenhim.

My phone dinged with an incoming call from an unknown number, jarring me out of my thoughts.

Chapter Thirty-Six

TRISSA

Ihad no idea who it was calling me. If it was important, they could leave a message. I tapped the button sending it to voicemail.

“Are you going to answer that?” Peter asked from across the conference table.

I shook my head. “We’re almost done. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message.”

Instead of seeing text flash across my screen with the written message of my voicemail, the same number popped up. And again I sent them to voicemail. If this was a fucking telemarketer, they sure were persistant.

My phone rang, the number flashing a third time, I picked up. “What do you want?”

“Is that anyway to talk to one of your oldest friends? It’s Jack.” His sarcasm was the last thing I needed today. My emotions were all over the freaking place after my confrontation with Peter and Killian.

I sighed. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought you might care to know that Killian’s dying.” His wry tone rubbed at my already jagged nerves.

I was so done with the guys in my life being such jerks.

“That’s not funny, Jack.” Sometimes I hated him.

“Who said I was being funny?” The sharpness to his voice had me reconsidering his words.

“What happened?” I asked, still expecting him to tell me he was joking and just being a dick.

“You fucked with his heart one too many times. So he decided to help Judd again.”

My heart skittered to a stop.No.He promised he wouldn’t.

“The meeting went sideways. I barely made it out of there alive. Gunshots and all.”

“You’re lying.” He had to be.

Because the alternative was unthinkable.

“Am I? If you listen closely, you can hear the siren of the ambulance. We’re on our way to the hospital in Providence.”

Sure enough, when he stopped talking I could hear the sirens and the EMT’s in the background. I could barely understand their words.

“Killian!” I screamed. My voice sounded far away.

I stumbled and lost my footing. My knees hit the floor hard, but the pain was barely a blip on my radar.

All the breath rushed out of me.

My heart sped up so fast I thought it’d surely beat out of my chest. Memories of when the police arrived at my house to inform me of my parents’ death rushed forth from the dark corners of my mind. My vision grew fuzzy as pain and despair sizzled through every inch of me.

It couldn’t be true. Not Killian. There was too much we needed to say to each other. Our whole lives to live together.

Deep heaving sobs overtook me and my phone clattered to the ground.

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