Lost in Life

Chapter 23

The sound of the door slamming makes me jump.

Peeking out of the bathroom, I watch a very pissed Zayn stomp toward the counter and snatch up his cell phone.

Punching his finger against the screen, he presses the phone to his face, pacing the room. “Not now, boy.” He growls into the line. My heart skips at the deep rumble.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he blows out a long breath. “Look, if I didn’t need to, I wouldn’t call. You know this, Tavish.”

Tavish? That’s…unique.

He says something else, but I don’t catch what it is as my eyes land on the body dumped on the floor.

So much fear, and for what? He can’t hurt me anymore. He doesn’t have power over me.

My eyes widen and I find myself taking the first real breath in years.

I’m free.

My eyes shift back to the intimidating man all but shouting demands into the phone.

And it’s because of him.