put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. I’d never felt the bulge or heard the noise before in the last few hours. Where had the paper come from?
I turned on the light and hastily unwrapped the neatly folded up little square. Once it was opened, I stared down at a phone number… but my heart raced at the line beneath it.
Call this number, Tiny.
Tiny. My eyes immediately watered and my hands shook. Only one person ever called me Tiny. Was it him? Oh, God, it had to be him!
My body was racing with anxiety and purpose. I looked around the room, unable to think rationally and seeking only one thing: a phone!
The angels of mercy were smiling down at me tonight. Remy had left his cell phone behind on the dresser. I grabbed it and rushed into the bathroom, locking it shut behind me. Booming a chorus of hope within me, my heart roared like thunder in my chest.
I shakily dialled each number and then put the phone to my ear. Closing my eyes, I pressed my lips together and waited. It rang six times – six unfathomably long, dreadful times.
Then it picked up.
I didn’t hear anything on the other end, not even background noise. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence with me holding my breath as I waited anxiously for the voice I wanted to hear.
Still, there was nothing.
Why wasn’t he talking? Maybe he’s waiting for you.
“Jaxon?” I whispered, feeling hot tears run down my cheeks.
A loud exhale sounded from the other end. “Sara.”
That voice! That beautiful voice! I’d forgotten the beauty of it.
My heart burst through my chest. “Oh, my God. I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. It’d felt like eons since I’d last heard from him.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“I’m-I’m…” I tried to breathe through my stammers.
“You were attacked. I know all about that, Tiny. I need to know if you’re okay. Did he hurt you?” The concern in his voice only brook on more tears. “Sara, speak to me.”
“I’m okay.”
Another exhale. “Fuck, I was so fucking worried, Sara.”
“I miss you so much.” The words began pouring right out of me. “You need to get me out of here. I need you so much, Jaxon. Help me get out of here. I don’t think he’ll let me go. Please, please, please, please…”
There were a few long moments of silence on his end. Why was he being so quiet? Quiet was never fucking good. I suddenly had a very bad feeling in my chest.
“Sara,” his voice, no longer filled with concern, was now firm. “There was a deal made–”
“I know all about it,” I interrupted. “It’s okay. We can find a way, right? You can find a way and we’ll get out of this and–”
“You were going to leave.”
His words knocked the air right out of me. I stared speechlessly ahead. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck no.
“The crash was two blocks passed the apartment. Explain that to me, Sara.” When I didn’t, he pressed. “Explain to me why you weren’t dropped off at the apartment.”
I rubbed my eyes and sighed. Honesty is sometimes a bitch, right? “I was going to go home. I chose it because… because I’d found out what really goes on in your club and I didn’t want to be passed around.”
“You really think I would have allowed
I turned on the light and hastily unwrapped the neatly folded up little square. Once it was opened, I stared down at a phone number… but my heart raced at the line beneath it.
Call this number, Tiny.
Tiny. My eyes immediately watered and my hands shook. Only one person ever called me Tiny. Was it him? Oh, God, it had to be him!
My body was racing with anxiety and purpose. I looked around the room, unable to think rationally and seeking only one thing: a phone!
The angels of mercy were smiling down at me tonight. Remy had left his cell phone behind on the dresser. I grabbed it and rushed into the bathroom, locking it shut behind me. Booming a chorus of hope within me, my heart roared like thunder in my chest.
I shakily dialled each number and then put the phone to my ear. Closing my eyes, I pressed my lips together and waited. It rang six times – six unfathomably long, dreadful times.
Then it picked up.
I didn’t hear anything on the other end, not even background noise. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence with me holding my breath as I waited anxiously for the voice I wanted to hear.
Still, there was nothing.
Why wasn’t he talking? Maybe he’s waiting for you.
“Jaxon?” I whispered, feeling hot tears run down my cheeks.
A loud exhale sounded from the other end. “Sara.”
That voice! That beautiful voice! I’d forgotten the beauty of it.
My heart burst through my chest. “Oh, my God. I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. It’d felt like eons since I’d last heard from him.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“I’m-I’m…” I tried to breathe through my stammers.
“You were attacked. I know all about that, Tiny. I need to know if you’re okay. Did he hurt you?” The concern in his voice only brook on more tears. “Sara, speak to me.”
“I’m okay.”
Another exhale. “Fuck, I was so fucking worried, Sara.”
“I miss you so much.” The words began pouring right out of me. “You need to get me out of here. I need you so much, Jaxon. Help me get out of here. I don’t think he’ll let me go. Please, please, please, please…”
There were a few long moments of silence on his end. Why was he being so quiet? Quiet was never fucking good. I suddenly had a very bad feeling in my chest.
“Sara,” his voice, no longer filled with concern, was now firm. “There was a deal made–”
“I know all about it,” I interrupted. “It’s okay. We can find a way, right? You can find a way and we’ll get out of this and–”
“You were going to leave.”
His words knocked the air right out of me. I stared speechlessly ahead. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck no.
“The crash was two blocks passed the apartment. Explain that to me, Sara.” When I didn’t, he pressed. “Explain to me why you weren’t dropped off at the apartment.”
I rubbed my eyes and sighed. Honesty is sometimes a bitch, right? “I was going to go home. I chose it because… because I’d found out what really goes on in your club and I didn’t want to be passed around.”
“You really think I would have allowed
Similar Books
