“It’s me, Jace.” When she doesn’t move at all, I reach for her throat and feel for a pulse. It’s steady. Thank fuck. I stand up and rake my hands through my hair as I pace.
“Fuck,” I scream out.
The word echoes around the tiled room. This is all me. I did this. If I had just asked her why Asher was at her place. If I hadn’t kept pushing her away.
Wanting to know if I was her first kiss had messed with my head so much that it consumed me. I glance back down to her still form and slam my fist into the tiled wall.
“Are you Jace Montero?”
I turn to see another chick in the bathroom with us. I hadn’t seen her when I first came in. I don’t answer her. I don’t want the Kings to know I’m here and start shit. Mila needs me. That’s all that matters right now.
I reach down and scoop Mila into my arms. I cradle her close to my chest. Her head flops onto my shoulder. One of her hands falls, and the girl with the curls picks it up and places it in Mila’s lap. She then hands me Mila’s phone, and I hold onto it best I can as I take Mila out to the car.
“Thanks, I got it from here.”
The girls both hesitate at the front door, but I don’t want them to follow me. Mila is safe with me; I have her. I’m glad I didn’t lock my car before coming inside. I was so preoccupied when I got here, it hadn’t crossed my mind to lock it. I reach for the door handle with her in my arms. Mila’s head lolls back, and I gently shuffle her in my arms. She’s so small and barely weighs a thing.
I look down into her face. Her mouth is parted, and she’s breathing fine now. I wrench the door open harder than I need to, but she doesn’t wake.
Leaning into the car, I place her in the passenger seat. Her hair is over her face, and I brush it away. She lets out a small moan.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart?” Her head rolls forward, and I push it back, brushing the hair from her face again. Her eyes flutter open and her brows furrow as she looks at me. I haven’t been this close to Mila in years, and she is truly beautiful. Always has been.
“Jace?” she croaks.
My shoulders sag in relief. “Yeah, I got you, Mila.”
She smiles at me, and my heart bursts in my chest at the sight. But then she lurches forward and vomits…on me, in my car, and some on herself. I catch her hair before it gets on that. Fuck, shit. I should’ve brought something in case that happened. It was only a small amount, at least. She probably threw most of it up before I got here.
“Mila?”
She closes her eyes and groans before passing out again. When I hear voices coming closer, I tilt the chair back and quickly fasten her seatbelt. I close the door and round to my side. I glance over and see a few King players talking in the front yard, they haven’t seen me yet. I need to get out of here before they see me and Mila.
I slide in and study her. She’s making little sleeping sounds… I don’t think she needs a hospital, but she needs someone to take care of her. In case she gets sick again. It’s probably for the best she vomits up whatever she was given.
I’ll take care of you, Mila.