Page 180 of There's No Us Without You
“I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t let him out of your sight. And if he tries to leave, stop him.”
“You got it,” April says, then the call disconnects.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I stare at Eden.
Emerson’s opened the fucking flood gates to hell, and now we’re all burning with him.
She stirs when I press the back of my hand to her cheek. “Hey, baby,” I say quietly. “April called. Emerson is in a bad way. Are you comfortable with me bringing him back here?”
Eden blinks and wipes her eyes as she turns onto her back. She nods. “Of course, this is his home. He needs you. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to put her in a position she isn’t comfortable with, Emerson or not. He fucked up, and I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t want him here.
“I’m sure,” she says. “Go.”
With a quick kiss to her lips, I breathe her in. “I’ll be back soon. Call me if you need me.”
All I get is a slight nod before she rolls over and closes her eyes again. I’m sure she’s exhausted.
Emerson is lucky I haven’t disowned him.
It takes me a total of eighteen minutes to reach the bar. And a total of thirty seconds to spot my wasted best friend when I step inside.
But what has me fisting my hands at my sides as I push through the crowd is the woman he’s with.
Not only that, but she’s also all over him like a bad rash.
Motherfucker.
If Tyler has anything to do with this, I’m done with him for good. No more second, third, or fucking fourth chances. We’re done.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I say when I reach the booth where my ex is literally dry humping Emerson’s thigh.
His eyes are practically lodged in the back of his head, just the whites visible, and when Gabby snaps her attention to me, her mouth falls open.
She even has the audacity to look apologetic.
What a load of shit.
“Will?” She licks her lips and scrambles from Emerson’s lap, her eyes ping-ponging between mine. “What are you doing here?”
“I own the place, remember? But more importantly, why areyouhere? Don’t you have a graveyard to haunt or something?”
Gabby scrunches her nose as though she’s smelt something rotten. She should take a whiff of herself.
Emerson groans and reaches out a hand to me. “Hey... you.” His eyes flutter closed before he slides across the back of the booth, almost falling off the bench seat.
I grab him around the shoulders and push him back into a sitting position. Shaking my head, I kneel at the end of the seat and slap his cheek. “Hey. What have you taken?”
All I get in response is a groan.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Whipping my glare to Gabby, I keep my hands on Emerson. “What the fuck has he taken, Gabby?”
Her face now pale, she shrugs. “I don’t know. We’ve just been drinking, I swear.”
I pat Emerson’s pockets before shoving my hand into one, pulling out a zip-lock bag full of white pills. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I hang my head before climbing to my feet.
