Lost Until You (The Sorrentino Brothers Series Book 1) by J.R. Grant Page A
Authors: J.R. Grant
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are. She turned all pale and shit. I kind of felt bad for the woman.”
That got Jazz to laugh a little, relieving some of the tension in the air.
“You got this, Jazzy. We’re all here for you,” Brix reassured my wife.
I was wondering if something was bothering my cousin. Any other time he was the only loud one in our group, but not tonight. Brix was acting like someone I had never met before. Someone who was distant and reserved. Definitely out of character for him.
The three of us sat in silence, watching the TV, waiting for Stone to walk back in the room. Twenty minutes later, the door slammed, followed by loud stomping.
“Landon? Phyllis?” a guy yelled, his voice was deep and raspy.
Jazz went still, fear marking her tired face, but before I could open my mouth to try and calm her down, the guy walked across the living room and stood in front of us.
“Who in the hell are you?”
Oh, fuck. I never saw this coming.
Chapter Twelve
Jazz
I couldn’t believe I was sitting here in my maternal grandparents home. It all seemed surreal. What in the hell was I thinking? I had been a nervous wreck ever since I woke up this morning, but nothing ever made me feel like I did this very moment.
My hands were sweaty, my heart was racing, and at any second, I felt like I was going to pass out. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up all over the light brown sectional, and I didn’t know what to do.
Brix, Brax, and I had been sitting here, pondering, wondering where in the world Stone and Phyllis went. But when they had walked into the other room, I was finally able to make myself breathe again.
Both Brax and Brix have tried to calm me down, yet nothing was working. I hated sounding like a bitch when my husband tried to talk to me, but he had no idea what was running through my mind. I didn’t even want to hear my thoughts. They were that bad.
What if these people shunned me away, or told me I wasn’t worthy of their love? Now that I knew how much I looked like Phyllis and Landon, it was going to be hard to just forget about them. My life wouldn’t be that simple.
We were seated on the couch, focused on the television, when the door slammed, followed by loud stomping.
“Landon? Phyllis?” a guy yelled in a groggy tone.
Oh, God. What if…..what if that was Pat?
My insides froze, my muscles tensed, and I could feel my heart rate triple in speed.
I lifted up my head and saw a guy who was taller than the Sorrentino boys, which said a lot, because they were all freaking huge, walking across the living room. He stopped in front of us and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Who in the hell are you?” he asked, staring directly at Brix.
Brix jumped up but tried to remain calm. You could see fear written all over his face.
“I’m, Brix, sir,” he said politely to Pat.
I had never seen this side of Brix before. He had never acted like this. This was a different guy standing in front of me.
“Why are you in my house, Brix?” the guy asked in an earthshattering tone.
“I..uh..Stone…Stone’s in another room with your wife. You should probably see him first, sir?” Brix fidgeted with his hands.
The guy stared intently at Brix, and then at Brax, skipping over me. Thank you, Jesus. He was one scary old man. He turned on his feet, storming out of the room, leaving a fearful spirit behind.
“Dude, I’m about to say fuck it and call a cab home. This is fucking nuts!” Brix stated, letting us know how pissed he really was.
I couldn’t blame him one bit. I was ready to go myself. If that man was Pat and he was really this mean, I didn’t know if I could handle talking to him, more or less getting to know the guy. I’d had too many bad apples around me growing up. Enough to last a lifetime.
I was glad I listened to Brax this afternoon and left Savanah home. Had she been here to see the evil on that man’s face, I was almost positive she would’ve cried into next week. He
That got Jazz to laugh a little, relieving some of the tension in the air.
“You got this, Jazzy. We’re all here for you,” Brix reassured my wife.
I was wondering if something was bothering my cousin. Any other time he was the only loud one in our group, but not tonight. Brix was acting like someone I had never met before. Someone who was distant and reserved. Definitely out of character for him.
The three of us sat in silence, watching the TV, waiting for Stone to walk back in the room. Twenty minutes later, the door slammed, followed by loud stomping.
“Landon? Phyllis?” a guy yelled, his voice was deep and raspy.
Jazz went still, fear marking her tired face, but before I could open my mouth to try and calm her down, the guy walked across the living room and stood in front of us.
“Who in the hell are you?”
Oh, fuck. I never saw this coming.
Chapter Twelve
Jazz
I couldn’t believe I was sitting here in my maternal grandparents home. It all seemed surreal. What in the hell was I thinking? I had been a nervous wreck ever since I woke up this morning, but nothing ever made me feel like I did this very moment.
My hands were sweaty, my heart was racing, and at any second, I felt like I was going to pass out. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up all over the light brown sectional, and I didn’t know what to do.
Brix, Brax, and I had been sitting here, pondering, wondering where in the world Stone and Phyllis went. But when they had walked into the other room, I was finally able to make myself breathe again.
Both Brax and Brix have tried to calm me down, yet nothing was working. I hated sounding like a bitch when my husband tried to talk to me, but he had no idea what was running through my mind. I didn’t even want to hear my thoughts. They were that bad.
What if these people shunned me away, or told me I wasn’t worthy of their love? Now that I knew how much I looked like Phyllis and Landon, it was going to be hard to just forget about them. My life wouldn’t be that simple.
We were seated on the couch, focused on the television, when the door slammed, followed by loud stomping.
“Landon? Phyllis?” a guy yelled in a groggy tone.
Oh, God. What if…..what if that was Pat?
My insides froze, my muscles tensed, and I could feel my heart rate triple in speed.
I lifted up my head and saw a guy who was taller than the Sorrentino boys, which said a lot, because they were all freaking huge, walking across the living room. He stopped in front of us and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Who in the hell are you?” he asked, staring directly at Brix.
Brix jumped up but tried to remain calm. You could see fear written all over his face.
“I’m, Brix, sir,” he said politely to Pat.
I had never seen this side of Brix before. He had never acted like this. This was a different guy standing in front of me.
“Why are you in my house, Brix?” the guy asked in an earthshattering tone.
“I..uh..Stone…Stone’s in another room with your wife. You should probably see him first, sir?” Brix fidgeted with his hands.
The guy stared intently at Brix, and then at Brax, skipping over me. Thank you, Jesus. He was one scary old man. He turned on his feet, storming out of the room, leaving a fearful spirit behind.
“Dude, I’m about to say fuck it and call a cab home. This is fucking nuts!” Brix stated, letting us know how pissed he really was.
I couldn’t blame him one bit. I was ready to go myself. If that man was Pat and he was really this mean, I didn’t know if I could handle talking to him, more or less getting to know the guy. I’d had too many bad apples around me growing up. Enough to last a lifetime.
I was glad I listened to Brax this afternoon and left Savanah home. Had she been here to see the evil on that man’s face, I was almost positive she would’ve cried into next week. He
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