“I’m sorry. I really wasn’t thinking and I’ve more or less realized it might not have been how it looked, so I’ve come back to his apartment. In fact, I’m standing outside right now.”
I can hear his sigh of relief down the phone. “I’m on my way there, so let him know I should be there in about ten minutes, okay?”
“Yeah.” We hang up as I push through the doors and notice the security guard has done a disappearing act.
Pressing the call button for the elevator, I glance around again, but still no sign of the guard. I shrug and step inside, watching the doors close while wondering what the hell to say to Sebastian. Yeah, I should have trusted him, but he shouldn’t have been showering with ‘her’ in his apartment at the same time.
If she won’t leave him alone then she’s going to have me to deal with in the future, because he’s mine. Right now I’m so pissed with myself for running instead of fighting. I was just too shocked at the time to think straight.
Walking out of the elevator and towards Sebastian’s apartment, I freeze when I hear glass breaking from inside. Then shouting. Gary.
I don’t think, I put the key in the lock and quietly make my way inside, leaving the door partially open for Ramon, who I hope gets here real quick.
“Stop pissing me off. I’m not afraid to use this gun. I’ve used it before, but until my bitch of an ex gets here, you’re safe. I want her to watch you suffer, until she gives up where her brother is.”
Oh God.
“She doesn’t know where her brother is, you fucker.”
Gary roars just before I hear something else breaking on the floor.
With my shoes left at the door, I slide along the wall, closer and closer to the living room not really sure what the hell I’m going to do, but one thing is for sure, he isn’t going to lay a finger on Sebastian.
Chapter 42
Sebastian
This bastard is going down the minute I get the opportunity. Not just for what he did to Carla, but because he needs stopping. We can’t spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders for this motherfucker.
“Why?” He continues to watch me as though I haven’t said a word. “Why are you doing this? What’s Carla ever done to you? Other than trust you.”
“I know you’re screwing her. She’s good isn’t she?”
I’m seriously going to kill this fucker. My temper has already reached its limit.
Gary stands, slowly walking towards me without moving the gun from my face.
My hands go into fists as I clench my jaw with him now standing within a few feet of me.
“She told her brother about my drug habit, then he went and told his cop friend. It’s damn convenient that Noah’s dropped from the face of the earth now isn’t it?”
He hits me on the side of my head with the butt of the gun, which knocks across the sofa.
Grabbing my head, my hand comes away covered in blood. The pain is incredible and I’m struggling to stay focused. Blinking a few times, my vision still wavers, but my heart nearly jumps out from my chest when I spot Carla peeping around the corner leading to the hall.
I need to sit more upright. He can’t know she’s there. Or is this, the chance I need. A distraction to be able to attack.
Finally getting myself upright, without taking my eyes from him, I pull my shirt free and use it to try and stem the flow of blood from my head. Breathing through the nausea, I get ready to jump him because the minute he knows I’m distracted he’s going to turn. It’s human nature.
Keeping my eyes on his, I glance to his right seeing Carla again, but fuck he doesn’t react.
Gary steps further away from me. “So she’s arrived,” he smirks. “Unless you want me to shoot him, I suggest you get your sweet little ass in here.”
“Carla run,” I roar as Gary loses it and comes at me, which is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.
He keeps the gun pointing at me, but as he goes to use his fist, I jump up from the sofa and take him down.
I shout, “Carla, get out of here.”
I grab his wrist, with the hand holding the gun. As we’re struggling with the gun, it goes off and all I can hear is Carla screaming.
“CARLA…are you hit?”
Gary’s still struggling underneath me. I need to get him subdued so I can go to Carla. I feel sick with fright, more so now she’s stopped screaming and is silent.
“CARLA?”
Fuck.
Gary finally loses his grip on the gun, which I manage to send across the floor before I start punching the fucker, even when he stops moving I keep on going. I can’t stop. He hurt my woman. He may have shot her now.
It’s this thought that finally stops my fists, the need to get to her, to make sure she’s okay. Then I hear Ramon talking to someone.
I look towards the entrance to the living room and see Carla kneeling on the floor with Ramon checking her out before he moves towards me, but stopping at the gun, he reaches for it.
“Don’t touch the gun,” I try to get to my feet, “evidence.”