SAVED BY THE BELL
Ambling down the halls of Gray Hotel, only one destination came to mind. Feeling the features of my face transform, I thought about what I’d do when my feet stopped in front of Mya’s door. A collision of blood spewing from the rear of her head taunted my vision as I rode the elevator to the floor below me. This shit was beginning to make too much sense.
The insistent pulsing in my pockets settled my heart and steadied my thoughts as the screen populated. She was calling me.
Not Mya .
Serenity.
“What, Bee?”
“You told me to stay away from her, and I didn’t listen. This is me telling you to do the same, Duke. Get your lawyer on it. Have her place searched. Her fucking computer can be subpoenaed. Come back home, baby.”
Supplication and desperation married her tone. She was worried. Worried about us. Worried about what the future might hold.
Her fears were misplaced. She needn’t worry. I’d made the vow that I wasn’t letting her go, and I meant that shit with every atom of my fucking being.
Was I upset? Naturally. She hadn’t listened and potentially instigated the mess we were currently in. Would I get over it? Of course. That was my baby. My honey Bee
My gaze shifted to the door at the end of the hall where Mya’s condo was located.
Saved by the fucking bell.
Had it not been for Serenity’s call, there was no telling how I might respond once the door peeled back from the frame. Never had I harmed a woman in my life, but Mya’s actions over the last year had taken my head to some pretty dark spaces. Places I never wanted to revisit.
Rotating on my heels, I headed back to the elevator.