88. What's happening?

"What?! Is he alright? Please tell me he's alright. Where is he now? Who shot at him?" The questions poured out in a rush.

"I don't know all the details," Hadid said, tiredly. "I think it happened at the Oasis. He was also there at the brothel, Marcus must have led all of them there."

I threw off the covers and got down from the bed "We have to go see him. Now. Where is he?"

Hadid placed a gentle hand on my arm. "Emily, I don't think that's a good idea. It's not safe out there. You should try to get some more sleep."

I shook my head roughly "No, you don't understand. I can't wait. I need to see my husband.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Please," I begged, ignoring her surprise.

Hadid sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Emily, I'm sorry, but I don't think he's back at the hotel. I'm not even sure where he is."

My heart sank. "Then where is he? We have to do something!"

"I know, and we will," Hadid assured me. "But right now, the best thing we can do is wait until morning. We'll