A heavy weight settled in my chest. "Mrs. Young, I'm... a friend of Demi's. I heard something happened to her. Do you know how she's doing? What happened?""We... we don't know... she won't say a word," Mrs. Young's voice wavered, breaking."Is Demi's boyfriend there with her?" I asked."Boyfriend?" She sounded surprised, like she didn't even know.My heart sank. I got my answer. Whatever had happened to Demi, it had to do with him—and he wasn't even there.She caught on. "What do you mean by 'boyfriend'?" she asked."That's something Demi should explain herself. For now, can I talk to her? Just tell her it's Keira.""Alright, alright... maybe you can get through to her," Mrs. Young said, sounding a little hopeful.I heard her speak to Demi, "Demi, it's... it's your friend Keira. She wants to talk to you."Then, silence. I assumed the phone was near her, so I spoke. "Demi, I'm in Houston. My phone broke, so I just got your message."Still nothing. My throat tightened. "Demi,
"Haha..."A sinister laugh echoed in response to my question.I knew that laugh. It was Bruno.But why the hell was Jace with him? Could Hernan's claim about the mastermind actually mean Jace was involved?I'd suspected it before, but now it hit me like a punch. Anger flared, and I demanded coldly, "Where's Jace? Put him on the phone.""Tsk tsk, so fierce. Just like when you play snooker," Bruno taunted.I didn't have the time or patience for games. "Bruno, what do you want?""I told you already, didn't I? Just wanted to play snooker. By the way, your game today was impressive. Very nice," he sneered.I should've appreciated the compliment, but coming from him, it made my stomach churn."If you want to play, fine. Just put Jace on the phone," I snapped, my voice sharp. I needed to tell Jace his cheap tricks weren't gonna work anymore. Even if they had him, I wasn't going back to him."Why bother with the phone? Come see him yourself. I'm sure he'd love to see you," Bruno said
Huh?I wasn't just asking him to rescue Jace—I was trying to remind him to watch out for Bruno, too."Send me the location," Hayden said, then hung up.I froze for a few seconds. Then I pulled up our chat app and forward him the location pin. After hitting send, I found myself just... staring at our last conversation, and my chest felt tight.I quickly closed the chat, but of course, my phone rang a second later. It was Steve.My heart did this weird flip, and I felt this sting behind my eyes. I wasn't even sure what I was feeling, but it wasn't good.I took a deep breath and answered. "Hello?""Are you sure Jace was taken by Bruno?" Steve's voice sounded like he was on edge, too.I gave him the quick version of what went down. "Yeah, he was getting beaten up—definitely Bruno. And Hernan mentioned a mastermind behind all this.""Mastermind?" Steve sounded surprised."Yeah. I thought maybe it was Jace, but now that he's been kidnapped by Bruno... it's obviously not him." I fel
I screamed without thinking, and then Yara's voice rang out, "Stop!"Next thing I knew, she was charging forward, taking on both guys like she was in some action movie.For the first time, it hit me—Yara knew how to fight. Every move was so smooth, like she'd done this a million times. The two guys holding me let go and turned to face her.I stood there for a second, totally stunned. Forget being scared, I was just watching her totally kick butt.But it didn't take long for me to snap out of it. I ran back inside, not to hide, but to grab a baseball bat.I wasn't a fighter like Yara, but I sure wasn't weak. No way I was letting her do all the heavy lifting.Fueled by anger, I swung the bat hard, knocking one guy back and getting their attention. They tried to grab it from me, but every time they got close, Yara kicked them back like it was nothing. It was like a tag-team match—I didn't have the skills, but together, we made them back off.We kept going, not sure how long it last
"Come on, be honest. Have you ever slept with Keira?"The guy's deep voice stopped me just as I was about to walk in. Peeking through the crack in the door, I spotted Jace Johnston lounging in a fancy chair, his thin lips pressed together."She made a move, but I'm not into her," he said."Don't say that. Keira's a real catch around here. Lots of guys are into her," replied Steve Smith, Jace's friend, who knew all about our ten-year history.Jace frowned. "We just know each other too well, you know?"When I was fourteen, I was sent to the Johnston residence and met Jace for the first time. Everyone told me he'd be my future husband. Since then, we'd lived together for ten years."Exactly. You guys work at the same company, spend the whole day together, then head home to eat at the same table. You probably even know each other's bathroom schedule by now," Steve teased.He continued, "These days, relationships thrive on mystery and the excitement of wanting what you can't have. Th
Jace looked up at the sound, his eyes meeting mine. I didn't need a mirror to know how bad I looked."Not feeling well?" he asked, frowning a little.I walked silently to his desk, swallowing the bitterness in my throat. "If you don't want to marry me, I can tell your mom."Jace's frown deepened. He knew I'd heard his conversation with Steve.My throat felt tight. "I didn't think I'd become something 'lacking flavor'. Jace—""Rea, in everyone's eyes, we're already married," Jace interrupted me.Rea was my nickname ever since I started living with the Johnstons.'So what? He wants to marry me for appearances?'I wanted him to marry me because he loved me and wanted to spend his life with me.With a snap, Jace closed the pen and looked at the marriage license application form I was holding. "Next Wednesday, we'll get the license."These were the words I'd been waiting for, but they made me feel awful, really awful...I looked down, shaking my head slightly. "Jace, you don't ha
I spent the whole day thinking about this question. By the time Jace came to get me in the afternoon, I still didn't have an answer, but I followed him anyway.Habit is a tough thing. After ten years, I had gotten used to him and going home to the Johnston residence after work."Why aren't you talking?" Jace probably sensed my mood and started the conversation.I was quiet for a few seconds. "Jace, maybe we should--"Before I could finish, his phone rang. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but I noticed his grip on the steering wheel tighten.He was nervous, which was rare.I looked at his face, but he quickly disconnected the call from the car's Bluetooth and switched to his earpiece. "Hello... Yes, I'm on my way."The call was brief. He hung up and looked at me. "I've got something urgent to handle, so I can't give you a ride home."It wasn't the first time. Even if he hadn't said anything, I knew he was going to leave me behind. But I still hoped he might take me hom
I never thought I'd end up in police station for indecency.The person I knocked over was a 17-year-old teenager. He was sure I had bad intentions. Even though I denied it, he kept saying that I touched him."Where did she touch you?" the police asked, scrutinizing every detail.Brad Twain looked at me, pointed at his chest, then gestured down to his waist. "She touched me here, here...and even here."'That's total bullshit!'I almost cursed, I had never touched a man as handsome as Jace. How would I be interested in a kid like him?The officer looked at me again, and I denied it before he could ask. "I didn't lay a hand on him; it was just an accidental bump.""Have you been drinking?" the officer asked, giving me a knowing look.It was normal for men to drink a lot, but if a woman drank even a little, she was seen as improper.I nodded. "Yes, I did.""How much?" The officer's question seemed unrelated to the situation at hand.Still, I answered honestly, "One bottle of bee