Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
"What's the play if we spot the former manager?"
"I want him on his back with your boot on his neck. Make it hurt, but don't kill him. I get to do that."
"I think we can manage that." Ronan grins. "Anything else we need to know?"
Gideon glances at me again, hesitating.
"Just tell them, Gideon. I already know it's bad."
He lifts his gaze to the ceiling, muttering a curse. "They're threatening to kill her tomorrow."
My stomach churns. I kind of figured that was the case, but having it confirmed sucks.
"Jesus," Ronan mutters. "And you're still going to let her perform?"
"I'd rather have her here in front of thousands of potential witnesses than at home in front of none," Gideon growls. "At least here, there's a chance that we can stop them. They've already demonstrated they can get to her at home. They walked into her apartment with her inside last night."
"Fuck." Ronan's eyes widen.
"Any other questions?" Gideon asks him.
"Not at the moment. Just send that picture over when you get it. I'll check in later for any updates."
Gideon jerks his head in a nod and then glances at Riley. "You good?"
"Yeah." She gives him a sympathetic smile. "You guys go."
He grabs my hand, pulling me out into the hallway. As soon as we come across an empty room, he ducks into it, pulling me inside with him. The room is piled high with hockey equipment. It's some sort of storage room. His arms surround me, allowing me to pull in my first deep breath in hours.
"Talk to me, Sparrow," he murmurs.
"And say what?"
"Anything. Whatever you're thinking."
"I'm not dying tomorrow."
"You're damn right you're not."
"What did he leave, Gideon?"
He doesn't say anything.
"I know it was something. You've been freaked out since last night." I pull back to look at him. "You're scared."
"A psycho is threatening to kill the woman I love. Yeah, I'm scared, Sparrow. I've never been more afraid of anything than I am of what might happen tomorrow." He exhales a breath. "But I'm not losing you. That's not an option. And I'm not telling you what he left, either. You don't need to know. You carry enough already. I'm carrying this one for you, Kenna."
"Promise me something."
"Anything you want, baby."
"Never stop loving me the way you do."
His fingers curve around my jaw as he tips my head back, his lips brushing mine. "Not ever, Sparrow."
We barely make it through the front door with takeout bags before his phone starts ringing. It's already been a long day and I still have to be at the studio to record the final track for the album in two hours.
"Fuck my life," Gideon growls when he sees Zayne's number flash across the display. "I need to take this, Sparrow. Zion may be in jail."
"Jail?" I blink wide eyes at him. "Your family is way more interesting than my family, Gideon."
"It's a long story. I'll tell you after I talk to Zayne."
I shrug and take the food bags from him to carry them into his kitchen. His place is a lot bigger than mine. I don't think I realized how much money Gideon makes until I saw this place. It's freaking massive. But he was just as content in my tiny one-bedroom apartment as he is here. I love that about him.
I also love this house. It's beautiful, with a spacious, open floor plan and tons of natural light. He built it himself. Well, he designed it. Someone else built it. He doesn't have the patience for construction. The house is nestled in the woods at the end of little neighborhood of ritzy homes. It's quiet and peaceful, a lot different from Music Row.
"What the fuck?" Gideon roars. "What do you mean, Zion's been shot?"
No. Oh, no.
I drop the bags on the table, racing back to the living room to see him gripping the back of the couch, his face white as a sheet. I run to his side, wrapping my arms around him.
He looks like he's going to pass out.
My heart hurts for him. He's been here before. Zion's been shot before. I can only imagine how he feels right now, hearing that it's happened again. He adores his brothers, even though they give each other nine kinds of hell. I think he'd walk through fire for them if they needed him to do it. They're close, as close as me and Kane.
"When?" he growls into the phone.
I can't hear what Zayne's saying, but he's talking a mile a minute.
"Jesus Christ. I'm on my way." Gideon chokes up. "He better not fucking die, Zayne."
Zayne says something else and then Gideon drops the phone.
"Gideon, I'm so sorry."
He grabs me, holding onto me for dear life.
"Fuck, Sparrow," he rasps, his voice raw with emotion. "I can't do this shit again. He's my brother."
"Go. You have to go."
"I can't leave you here alone."