Page 159 of Anger

“Because I need to keep my head clear for the rest of the day.”

I’ve been trying to think of how I can get around telling her the truth of what’s happened. Blue will lose her damn mind as soon as it comes out.

“What’s so important that you can’t answer my questions? And don’t lie to me, Damon. Eventually, I’ll find out.”

We pull up to a security booth, and I hand my identification to the attendant. Checking it over, he hands it back and nods. “Have a good day.”

Yeah, sure, buddy. That won’t be happening.

“What are you not telling me, Damon? Why are we rushing to Georgia early?”

She’s not going to like this.

Blue’s staring holes into the side of my face.

She won’t like it one bit.

Blue slaps at my shoulder to grab my attention.

She’s going to lose her shit.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?”

Driving down the tarmac, Gabe’s plane comes into view. Blue is too busy staring at me to notice her surroundings.

“If I have to kick your ass to find out what’s going on—”

“Brinley’s been abducted,” I admit.

Blue stills in place, her eyes locked squarely on my face.

“What? That’s not possible. Is this just another game?”

I shake my head and look over at her.

“I’m not playing around this time. None of us are. When Shane and Brinley got to Georgia, she was abducted at gunpoint.”

Her expression falls, her body curling over itself as if she’d been stabbed in the heart.

Tears fall down her cheeks, and she swipes them away.

Finally turning her head to look at the plane, she hides her grief behind her usual bullshit.

“Should have known the snooty folk only travel by private plane. Let’s get out of here so I can find my friend and fix what you and your asshole cronies fucked up.”

Amélie

I’m sitting in the lap of luxury, my butt planted in the most comfortable chair I’ve ever felt, the soft leather of the armrests cool against my skin. Yet I can’t enjoy any of it because I fucked up and betrayed my best friend.

Without saying a single word to Damon since he admitted what’s going on, I followed him up the stairs to the plane, took my seat and tossed up a prayer to the universe that Brinley hasn’t been harmed.

This is all my fault.

I should have told Damon to go fuck himself the night he asked for his favor. I should have run to Brinley immediately and warned her. Should have told Kane, and made Brinley call her dad.

One of them would have helped us.

We could have escaped.

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