Page 93 of Keep Him Like Secrets

He had Saff.

“Alen, what are you doing?” I asked, surprised any sound could come out considering the way it felt like my throat was closing up.

“Trying to catch up with an old friend. Even if he is trying to fuck me over.” The tail end of that had his voice going tight and his breath coming out faster. Like—and my heart crushed at the thought—he was jerking Saff around.

“With her. What are you doing with her?”

“Nothing yet. But who knows?”

If you’d asked me early on in our friendship if I thought Alen was capable of hurting an innocent woman, I would have sworn up and down that he wasn’t capable.

Though, looking back, maybe that was just naivety.

Alen always had a dark side.

But he was pitch black these days.

And now he had Saff.

Fiery-tempered, stubborn, guarded, sweet, soft, perfect,tinySaff.

In the hands of a fucking madman.

“Alen…”

“Drive fast, Sore. I think we both know I have no patience.”

With that, he hung up, leaving me tossing my phone to the floor with a harsh, “Fuck!”

Calvin said nothing, just floored it through a light as it turned red.

“Get me there in under twenty, Cal,” I said, heart hammering in my chest.

I could call the cops.

They could be there in five, maybe ten, depending on if they took me seriously or not.

But calling the cops would mean it would all come out; it could all come crashing down.

“I’ll do it in fifteen,” Calvin assured me. “Though you might wanna buckle up.”

As if to drive home his point, the car whipped into a turn that sent me flying across the backseat.

My gaze cut to Calvin, impressed despite the seriousness of the situation.

If my entire life didn’t blow up before the end of the day, I owed him a raise.

Not only for his driving but for his willingness not to ask questions, despite how serious the conversation must have sounded to him.

My gaze stayed glued to the clock on the dash as Calvin kept speeding through stop signs and weaving in and out of traffic.

Five minutes.

If Saff wasn’t fighting too badly, he wouldn’t hurt her. Not that fast.

But who was I kidding?

This was Saff.

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