Page 36 of Tattered Souls
I answered the call and brought it to my ear: “Hey, Tink. Everything okay?”
She was quiet.
Too fucking quiet.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“Tink?” I asked.
I felt Dom’s eyes on me, and noticed he had a furrowed brow.
Hell, even Bruce looked concerned.
“Tatum? Gorgeous, need you to say somethin’.”
And then I heard it... heavy breathing.
Choppy.
Oh, you motherfucker. I seethed inwardly but tried to remain calm for her.
It was a few moments of more choppy breathing before I heard it.
“Cc-aannn yo-uu cc-ome an-d gg-et me?” she asked, tears in her voice that was filled with nothing but pain.
“Made a promise to never hang up on you, Tink, and I plan to keep it, but right now, I need to go. Okay?”
At her whispered, “Okay”, I hung up the phone and then stormed to my car.
Thankfully, I had driven that today, because I was going to need the speed.
Dom must have read how pissed off I was because he called out, “Hold up, G. Coming with you.”
By the time I had the car started and in reverse, the door opened, as he folded into the seat.
“Getting too fucking old for these cars,” he mumbled.
Normally, I’d have a come back to that.
But not today.
Not right now.
Someone was about to meet their maker, and I couldn’t fucking wait to send him there.
But first, I raced to my house, ignoring Chief Klein who was on my ass, pulling up into my driveway. I said, “Get in my SUV. Follow me.”
I said as I handed him the key.
Dom nodded, climbed out, and then raced to my SUV.
He was behind the wheel, had it started up, and then was following me.
My phone rang. I tagged it, then answered it. “Yeah?”
“Garrick. Is there a reason you're flying like a bat out of hell?” Chief Klein asked.
“Pretty sure that motherfucker put his hands on Tatum. A-fucking-gain.” I said and then hung up.
