Page 75 of Forgotten Comeback
Silently, she scrolls on her phone, bringing it to her ear. “Fabio, I’m okay.”
Who the hell is Fabio?
“Gavin let me and Taylor go, but I don’t know where we are.” There’s a pause. “Hold on, there’s an abandoned gas station up ahead.” Kat takes off running, and I trail along behind her.
See, I’m back to running, all thanks to Gavin fucking Web.
Reaching the defunct gas station, I unceremoniously take a seat on gravel, my chest heaving. Ah, so it is sunrise. The sky’s streaked with lovely shades of pink and orange, the stark abandoned gas station a jarring contrast. I snap a mental picture; the scene begging to be explored…
Wow, I haven’t had an artistic thought since, well, it’s been a while.
Kat takes a seat beside me, and I turn to her. “What the hell just happened?”
She wraps her arms around her legs. “I’m sorry you got dragged into the middle of this.”
“I’m still not sure what exactlythisis.” Remembering I have no home to return to, I let out a strangled cry. “Oh my God, Gavin killed Dominic and blew up my house.”
“Hey, we’ve got to be careful talking about this in the open,” Kat says, looking around.
“How the hell are you so calm?” I wipe my nose on my shirt.
“One of us has to be. Yin/yang. Good cop/bad cop. Responsible friend/drunk friend getting us kicked out of brunch,” she tells me, and I let out a punch-drunk laugh.
A blacked-out SUV turns into the parking lot, and Kat rises, holding out her hand. Accepting a hand up, I dust the gravel from my ass.
The window rolls down, and a man in his thirties leans over a pretty teenager in the passenger seat. “Ladies, get in.”
I wake in a panic, sitting up so fast my head spins. Or is my head spinning from being drugged? Because pretty sure after we got to their beach house, Kat’s new husband Fabio slipped something in my drink before he interrogated me.
Her new capo husband. The boss of AC.
Kat’s cousin, Darius, is hooked up with the mob, but I always thought she wasn’t interested in that life. Boy, was I wrong.
And how does Gavin fit into this?
Other than eating my pussy and playing me for an idiot and kidnapping me and murdering Dominic and blowing up my house…
Fuuuuuck.
I’m spiraling. This is a spiral.
Grabbing my purse from the nightstand, I find my prescription bottles. Wait, I didn’t put them in my purse. Come to think of it, I was kidnapped without my purse, which means Gavin grabbed it for me, along with my meds.
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. How noble of my kidnapper to care about my mental health.
I open the correct bottle, popping the pill in my mouth before grabbing water from the nightstand. Tipping my head back, I swallow the pill and chase it with the water.
Getting up with a groan, I lift my sore arms over my head before trudging to the en suite bath. I take inventory in the mirror of all the bruises and red marks from being tossed like a ragdoll in the trunk of Gavin’s car.
Gavin.
My God, how did I misread the signs? I knew the man was a player, but it never crossed my mind that he was truly a psychopath!
After using the restroom and splashing some water on my face, I venture out in search of Kat. “Hey, there you are. Do you want coffee?” Kat asks, hopping down from the kitchen stool.
“Did your husband drug me?” I demand.
“Let me explain?—”
