ROMAN
I have this shit feeling in my chest and it’s been there all morning.
What the hell is this about now?
I reach for my phone and try to call Nikki for the seventh time now.
Again, she doesn’t pick up. I just want to make sure she’s alright, so this is worrying me. What if something happened? I can’t trust Angus o take care of her. He’s the damned danger.
The asshole is working her to death, it seems. She looks so sad all the time, even when she notices me looking and tries to put a smile on her face.
I’m moments away from grabbing my car keys and driving to his
• building to see her. This is so fucked. All of it. I put my phone down on the table and stare at it as I try to figure out what to do. I know she doesn’t want me around those people because she’s afraid of what they’re going to do to me, but when it comes to keeping her safe, i couldn’t care less about anything else.
I try to call again, just for good measure. If she doesn’t pick up, I’ll go. I don’t care.
Nikki doesn’t pick up, so I grab my keys and decide to drive there, but as soon as I put my phone in my pocket, it starts ringing. I let out a relieved sound, thinking it’s her, but it isn’t.
it’s a number that isn’t registered on my phone.
I think of declining the call, but decide against it in the last minute.
Who the hell would call my personal number? Who would know it?
“Roman Hayes,” I say as soon as 1 pick up.
Roman. It’s Angus.”
Panic washes over me and makes me really fucking cold. Why the fuck is he calling me? What’s going on? “Where’s Nicole?””She’s exactly why I’m calling you,” he claims. “I think you need to come here. Things don’t look too good, son. I think that, this time, you messed up big time.”
“Come where?” Task loudly, standing up.
“317, Westville Park.”
I freeze. My insides turn to literal stone and I can’t breathe, much less move. Did I hear him right? Is this an imagination?
. Why would Nikki be there?
After a long moment of silence, Angus asks me, “Do you think she wouldn’t have found out about this? You’ve treated her like an idiot. A disposable idiot. And now, she knows, and we’re all here, seated right next to your lover. Would you like to say hello to the father of your child, dear Esmeralda?”
Emeralda answers something I can’t hear but it’s a confirmation that they’re really there, and my insides burn. I close my eyes as a wave of pain and despair washes over me.
“You’ve been lying to her this whole time,” Angus continues, rubbing more salt in the gaping, bleeding wound in my heart. “You ought to be ashamed. Come, quick, or risk making things…well…worse than they fucking are right now, I suppose.”
Angus hangs up before I can say anything else. Then again, what could 1 even say? What? This whole situation is messed up. More messed up than messed up. This is the worst shit that could’ve ever happened to me.


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