Page 13 of Beautifully Shattered
Gunshots.
Yelling.
Jols…
“I’ll be there. Just text me the time.” Ringo grunts, his voice clipped and sharp, like he’s a second away from losing it.
But of course, he’s pissed. He’s stuck here, dealing with me, while people are dead.
Stoner… Tucker…
“If she’s well enough. I’m sure Abbey would want to go. She built close ties with a few of them.”
No…
No!
Jols!
Shit, no. Not Jols, too. Please, not Jols.
“Shit, Smitty. I’ve gotta go. I’ve got company.”
My heart thrashes wildly in my chest. Images of Jols getting shot slamming into me.
Her body hitting the wall. Sliding down. Leaving a trail of blood.
God,why?Whywould you do this?
How could I be so selfish, caught up in my own pain when Ringo has lost people too?
What about Mule? And Brody?
Oh my god. Poor JD. Is he now mourning the loss of his little brother? Of Jols?
Who else died? What the hell happened at the compound? It was under attack. That’s why Ringo left.
“Guys, now’s not the best time,” Ringo growls, his voice edged with fury.
“Just because you married her, doesn’t mean you can shut us out.”
Jared?
“Has she been able to eat yet?”
Lexi. I’d know her voice anywhere.
My friends are here.
“Step aside,arsehole.”
Shit. Marcus.
The door swings open, and I swipe at my wet cheeks as my friends stroll in, most of them glaring at Ringo as they pass him, still standing out in the hall.
“There she is.” Simon’s smile is forced as he steps in, shouldering past everyone to get to me before sinking onto the edge of my bed. “Can I please hug you?”
My lip wobbles as I nod, drawn to the way his hazel eyes shimmer with worry.
