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“Want to tell me why a Hyena had ahold of Raya?” I demand as I walk into Sky’s apartment ten minutes later, and her eyes widen in shock from where she’s picking up Tate’s toys, who I’m guessing is now in bed in her guest room, which is basically Tate’s room.
Fuck, she even has a princess bed that I know Mama Lopez must have bought.
“A Hyena member was near Raya?” she asks with panic in her voice and I nod once, and she scrambles up, dropping all the toys, and rushes past me to the kitchen and grabs her phone, panic shooting off her.
“Sky,” I start, but she puts her hand up to stop me as she puts her phone to her ear. I scowl as I cross my arms over my chest, but of course, she ignores me.
“Mama, they know Raya’s in town!” she says, her voice wavering, and concern hits me hard as I watch Sky nod to whatever Anna says, and she whispers, “I promise I won’t Mama, I love you too,” before hanging up, her hand trembling a little.
What the fuck have Raya and Skylar got themselves into?
“Want to explain to me what is happening, precious?” I demand calmly, and she looks at me, our eyes connecting, before she clears her throat, putting her phone in her pocket.
“It’s not my story to tell,” she says, causing my whole body to lock up as she walks over to me. She presses a kiss to my cheek, and I have to stop myself from pulling back before she mumbles, “I’m going to go check on Tate,” then walks away while I stand frozen, realization hitting me.
She still doesn’t trust me.
Chapter 18
Skylar
I sigh as I put the adoption papers for Scott Andrews to the side with the four others I’ve had to fill in before sitting back in my chair, my eyes going to the photo of me, Tate, and Nyx from three days ago at the zoo.
I should be happy and relaxed even, especially knowing that five children have been adopted through this organization and that all my accounts are up to date, but I’m not. I’m worried, no, terrified, actually.
When Nyx mentioned going away for a few days, just him, Tate, and I, well, I jumped at the chance, excited to spend some time with Tate and to see if we worked well together as a family and we did, it was amazing, like it was meant to be, until we got back.
I woke this morning to him and Tate gone.
I knew before I even opened my eyes that he wasn’t next to me, that they were gone. His side of the bed was cold, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for little Tate. Honestly, I never felt more alone in my life, and my heart broke because I finally allowed myself to understand that I couldn’t live without Nyx.
I laid in bed, trying not to cry as I thought maybe I had dreamed the past month that he’d been more involved in my life again after nearly five years of staying away from him, but his smell surrounded me, making my stupid mind understand it wasn’t all a dream but he also wasn’t next to me, and I realized I never wanted to wake up without him again.
“Why the long face?” a voice echoes from the doorway, and I smile as I look up and lock eyes with the man himself instantly relaxing, and he tilts his head, nodding it to the reception desk, “Did she call in sick again?”
I snort, “No, actually, I sacked her on the grounds of charging two customers more than the normal price and pocketing the money herself, but really, it’s because she was the girl who made out of Viper.”
Nyx smirks and asks, “And how exactly did you get the proof she was stealing then?”
I grin wide and admit, “I went through her work this morning while she was running late. I can’t exactly fire her for making out with a guy my best friend fell in love with now, can I?”or flirting with the you,but I don’t say that part.
Nyx chuckles as I take him in, leaning against the doorframe.
His black shirt stretches across his muscular chest, his cut on while his jeans hug his legs.
Damn, he’s like a work of art, and add in the stubble around his chin and upper lip…
Double damn.
He tilts his head at me as we lock eyes, and he asks, “Come for a ride with me?”
I suck in breath, my eyes widening a little, knowing damn well what it would mean if I climbed on the back of his bike. My mama is an old lady. Well, I guess she is, she hasn’t taken her property cut back, and I’m not truly sure if she will but Ivy mentioned everyone still sees her as one.
“Get out of your head,” he demands softly, “and come for a ride with me.”
My whole heart is jumping for joy, demanding that I get up, but my head is telling me that if I do this, then there's no turning back, that I’m accepting the past and wanting to move towards my future, but this timewithhim.
I open my mouth to decline, my head scaring me away from the idea, knowing I’m not fully trusting him yet, but my phone beeps, gaining my attention.
