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She bristles, biting down on her lip.
“I don’t want to be a dick, but we’ll see it later, even if you don’t show us now.” Kingston gently puts his hand on her back. “We want to help,” he says before leaning down and whispering in her ear softly enough that I can’t make it out. An idea takes root in my head—maybe there’s something she’s told Kingston about this Nick guy that she hasn’t shared with me.
Staring down at the phone in her hand, she slowly picks it up. She glances at me, a fierce look in her eyes. “Fine. Look.” Her chest jerks with the emotion she’s trying her damnedest to hold back as she hands Kingston the phone.
Kingston peruses the messages before his head snaps up and he turns to look into her eyes. “He’s a piece of shit who simply needs to be properly dealt with. We won’t let him treat you like this. And maybe we can do something to keep him from talking.” He hands the phone off to Archer, whose jaw immediately tightens as he scans the hate-filled messages.
“Like what?” comes her desperate response. Her hands shake as she covers her face with them. She’s gone from fierce to fiercely upset in a matter of moments.
“Hell, I don’t know. That’s Archer’s department. But we can figure something out. We’ll make him stop.”
I wet my lips and hold my hand out for the phone. This is ridiculous. Archer slaps it into my hand. “Have a look.”
As I expected, there are several new texts.
Are you too busy spreading your legs for them to respond?
You’re such a fucking slut, Ellie.
You think I don’t know why you’re really there?
Have they figured out how messed up you are?
I look up, my blood beginning to simmer. One look into Elliot’s eyes, and I know this jackass means to stir up some major shit. But what the hell does half of it mean?
Incensed, I toss the phone back onto the mattress and stand up to pace because I can’t think of what else to do. If he were here, I’d pound his motherfucking face in.
TWENTY-SIX
ELLIOT
Cannon fallsto the floor with a loud thud.What the hell just happened?I didn’t even see—My mouth drops open as his body seizes up.Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
“Cannon!” The sound of Kingston’s anguished roar as he bursts into action is distressing—almost as much as it is to see strong, sturdy Cannon unconscious on the floor.
Wide-eyed and motionless, I sit on the bed as the guys immediately take charge of the situation.
“You timing this?” Kingston grits out.
“Yeah.” Archer nods.
They roll Cannon to his side, adjusting his top leg in front of him.For stability, maybe?Kingston gently tilts Cannon’s head upward, elongating his neck. That’s definitely for airflow. With that accomplished, they back out of the way.
Kingston releases a hard breath and points. “Move that desk chair, would you, Arch?”
“On it.”
Oh, Cannon.My arm shakes as I lift it to put a hand over my mouth. A seizure. His meds.I knew.I just… I never expected to see it. Didn’t know it would be this gut-wrenching, this traumatic. I never knew seeing him this way would solidify my newly emerging feelings for him.
Cannon’s chest muscles clench so hard I wonder if he’s able to breathe, and the noise coming from him, like a low moan despite being unconscious, is enough to break my heart into a million pieces. His arms and legs jerk rapidly, and when I peek at his face, it’s clear those muscles are affected as well.
My eyes crash shut, but I only allow myself a moment before I scramble from the bed. I wet my lips, looking around for something I can do to help. Snatching up a pair of joggers off the floor, I hand them to Kingston, then find my shorts and T-shirt to slip on before digging through Archer’s drawers for clothing for him as well.
But once that’s done, there’s nothing to do but awkwardly stand there. Wait.
“How long?”
“Going on a minute and a half now.”
