Page 122 of Hunted
“Reece, I think we should do it.”
He stares into my eyes, and I try to give him my best pleading look, which seems to work because finally, he nods. “Okay.”
“West?” He turns to him with a grim look of determination on his face. “Call The Undertakers.”
Chapter thirty-five
Darla
They force me to stay in the hospital for two days, and I’m not happy about it. Luckily, Bower does a good job of keeping me entertained with games and a tablet with Netflix loaded on it.
But now, as Weston carries me out of the hospital, towards his new SUV, I tilt my head back and sigh as the sun hits my face. “I missed you, sun!” I shout to the sky, making him laugh.
Suddenly, a swarm of people surround us, yelling questions as a dozen cameras flash, momentarily blinding me. Reece and Bower move in front of us, trying to keep everyone back. They’re not trying to hurt us. It’s the press, and they’re clearly here for some exclusive news footage of us.
I cling to Weston as Reece yells at them to move away. When that doesn’t work, he offers them a statement if they would all just shut up and take a step back.
It seems to work as they quieten down and form a semi-circle around the front of us, microphones thrust towards Reece and blocking us from our SUV.
“Thank you,” Reece says, his hands finally dropping to his sides as he stands up tall to address the crowd. “I am unable to comment onthe incident that recently took place and resulted in us being at this hospital.”
The crowd starts yelling questions, but he holds up his palm to them again. “However…” They grow quiet again and he continues. “I will answer some of the questions that you were kind enough to send through our PR agent, as requested.”
I’d completely forgotten Mira has asked the press to direct questions to her when we made our first statement.
“Yes, Darla and I were close before she went missing. No, I didn't know she was still alive. And yes, we are in a relationship now.”
That was the most basic way to describe what we shared, but I understood his need to keep the true depth of it from the press.
A female reporter in the front row yells out her questions over the other rumblings of the crowd. “What about the other three? Is Mr. Callahan her bodyguard? Is that why he’s carrying her now?”
“Reece?” I call, and he quickly turns back to me in question.
“Let me answer?” He frowns at me, his eyes searching my face. “Please?”
Finally, he nods and steps beside us, ready to push back the crowd if necessary. They start yelling questions again, so I speak loudly, and they quickly grow silent, wanting to hear what I have to say.
“Yes, Reece and I are dating. But he’s not my only boyfriend. I’m also dating Kingsley, Bower, and Weston. Say what you want about us. We know what we have is special and I love them all, just as they love me.”
The crowd goes crazy, screaming questions at all of us. “No more questions,” Reece yells, then he and Bower quickly push through the crowd to our SUV.
“Alright, in you go,” Weston says, placing me on the back seat beside Bower. Kingsley jumps in on my other side and buckles me in while Weston gets in the driver’s seat, and Reece climbs in on the passenger side.
“I’m proud of you, Darla,” Reece says, reaching back to squeeze my knee.
“It was pretty hot hearing you claim us like that.” Bower grins at me. I lean my head on his shoulder and smile.
We all sit in silence for a few minutes until I finally ask the question that I’ve been dying to know since we last spoke about it.
“So? Is it done?”
“Yes. Frank’s gone,” Weston tells me, making my eyes widen.
Bower hugs me to lean against his side as he adds, “And you’ll be pleased to know that although the FBI don’t know what happened to Frank, they did find his cell phone. They found text threads with the men that were hired for each attack on us.”
“They didn’t delete their texts?” I ask in surprise.
“No, they did, but most people don’t know those can be recovered by someone with the right skill set.”
