Page 92 of Filthy Player

Two weeks ago, definitely a month ago, her accusations could have made me doubt what we had.

I had the recent benefit of spending time with Shannon. Of practically living with Beaux.

Hannah was hopped up on crazy pills and on her way to psycho town. Every word she spoke was a lie.

“That’s not true, Hannah. I wish you would have talked to me about this, earlier, but I don’t understand. You told me to go for him.”

“Yeah, because I knew you’d toss him away and then I could be there to make him feel better. I’m better for him.”

“You’re not. I love him, Hannah, and I’m not giving him up.”

She whipped her head toward mine and sneered. “You will if I don’t give you a choice.”

We hit another curve, a steep incline ahead and she didn’t turn the wheel.

“I told you and him. If I can’t have him, you don’t get him either.”

“Hannah! Slow down!” I shouted, but it was no use. I was frozen in the car, watching as she hit the curve. Rain splashed as she flew through a puddle and she didn’t care one shit about the iron railing at the side of the road.

She drove right through it.

I screamed.

Metal scrunched.

The car took flight and all I saw was trees before the screechiest, eeriest sound slammed into my ears and then everything went black.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BEAUX

It’d taken hours to get back to Raleigh, a flight delay due to the weather, but I’d been keeping in constant contact with Jaxon.

He’d pulled Paige from a fucking smashed car driven by Hannah.

As soon as I’d gotten his phone call, one he made while Paige was in his arms on the side of the road while he waited for an ambulance, I’d leaned over and threw up.

From the way Jaxon said everything happened, he said it wasn’t an accident either. Said the girls had been drinking, but not too much.

It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was seeing Paige. Holding her. Fuck!

I slammed my hands on the counter to the nurse in the main waiting room of the emergency room. “Paige Halloway,” I panted, breathless from worry and fear rotting my stomach. “Where is she?”

“Are you family?” the nurse asked. “Only family can be back there.” She didn’t look at me while she clicked on the computer screen.

“I’m family,” I said. “Husband.”

The word came out before I could stop it. Fuck it. I’d say or do anything, give this woman my millions to let me through those double doors.

She shot me a look. It obviously wasn’t the first time she heard the lie. “Have a seat, we’ll send someone out.”

I didn’t sit. I texted Jaxon, asking where in the hell they were.

He answered back. “Room 415 dumbass. I already told you.”

“Fuck,” I groaned and flipped up through my texts.

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