Page 19 of Our Broken Pieces
Ethel timidly walks into the room, approaching me and boop-ing her nose against my knee. I pick her up and go to the kitchen for my phone. There’s only one person I want to rely on right now.
Chapter Twelve
Marcus
Istep out of the shower and grab a towel. I dry my hair and wrap the towel around my waist as my phone rings. I pick it up to see Gigi’s face on the screen.
“Hey, princess.”
“Marcus?” Her voice is broken and soft. Alarms start going off in my head.
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
Fuck.
“Where are you? What happened?”
“I’m at my apartment. A lot happened.”
“Do I need to come over there? Is Lewis there?”
“Can you, please? And no, he’s not here.” It sounds like she’s fighting tears. One thing I know about Gigi is she never cries when she’s upset, only when she’s happy.
“I’m on my way.”
I finish drying off and tug on some shorts and a shirt and grab my keys.
I bang on Gigi’s door twenty minutes later. I might have rolled through a few red lights on my way here, but when I heard the tone of her voice, I had to get to her.
The door opens, and I see Gigi’s red, puffy eyes.
I pull her to me. “What happened, princess?”
Her voice strains with holding back her tears. “When you dropped me off, I walked in on Lewis and Sabrina fucking.”
Anger rears its dangerous head inside me. “Are you fucking kidding right now?”
She steps back out of my arms and wipes her nose with her tissue. “Nope, reverse cowgirl and everything.”
“Where is he?”
“He left. He told me I need to be out by tomorrow night.”
“Text him to see if he’ll tell you where he is.”
“Marcus, I have no desire to talk to that bastard.”
“Well, I do. I have some things he needs to hear.” Like the sound of my fist connecting with his face.
“While I appreciate you wanting to hunt him down, I need to figure out how to get my stuff out of here and where to go.”
“Most of your things are in storage, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s pack up the rest. You’re staying with me until you figure things out.”
