Page 81 of Deadly Obsession
Nearly a whole week of him being gone most of the day, only to return at night when I’m tucked in bed. I’ve been bored as fuck.
I texted Noah this morning to see if she wanted to hang out today, but now it’s nearly nine at night, and she still hasn’t answered me back—which isn’t like her. I pull up the tracking app to pinpoint her whereabouts. It shows me everywhere she’s been today, and she was out on Staten Island for about half an hour.
Now her location is no longer showing up, and her phone is going straight to voicemail. Del and Elias aren’t picking up either.
I have a bad feeling.
I’ve attempted to grill Elias’s security men but either they know nothing, or they’ve been instructed not to say anything. I’m two seconds from fighting these fuckers and leaving to track down my bestie and my—wait, how do I label this relationship... mafia boyfriend?—when the penthouse doors open.
I’m coming in hot as I approach the front.
“Where the hell have you...”
My words trail off and my steps slow when I take in his appearance. He looks like he’s been hit by a truck.
“What happened?”
I reach up to take his head in my hands, and he closes his eyes before wrapping his fingers around my wrists. He says nothing as he lifts my hands away to kiss my palms, one after the other.
“Elias?”
“Let’s sit down.”
“What. Happened?” I repeat. Pressure builds behind my eyes, and my throat pinches with the threat of tears.
“Noah…”
I rip my wrists out of Elias’s grip and step back, shaking my head.
“No. NO!”
“Sage.” Elias moves toward me, but I step back again. Hurt fills his eyes, but he’s quick to shake it off.
Staten Island.
Oh, God.
Was today the day they went through with their plan to take down the Lords?
“Tell me. Is she…”
I can’t even say the words as tears begin falling.
“She was hurt. She’s in a coma.”
I cover my mouth with my palm and turn away. I hate how much I cry around this man.
Except he’s never been turned off by the emotional mess that I am. Not like Chase was. Instead, Elias comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
I turn and bury my head in his soft chest.
“There was a shootout at the Lords Mansion, and Noah was taken by surprise by one of the members. He stabbed her. The doctor said she’ll make a full recovery, but they had to put her in a coma to help her injuries heal faster.”
“Did I do this?”
“What? Why would you think that?”
“I told Chase—”
