Page 104 of Bourbon Deceit
I blew out a frustrated breath and itched to throw something against my wall but refrained.
“What were you saying in the bar when I couldn’t hear you?”
Kace took a deep breath and said, “There was a note tucked into her shirt.”
“What did it say?” I grew angrier every minute.
“It basically issued you a warning. Next time, he won’t be as nice. You have to choose, Jett.”
“Fuck,” I said as I sat in one of the chairs in my office, placed my elbows on my knees, and sunk down. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I asked, dejected.
“Well, you need to stay the fuck away, that’s for damn sure. If they see you leave your place now, they’re going to know where you’re headed and it will blow everything. You need to keep your space.”
“I can’t keep my fucking space when my girl is fucking bleeding out of her head and could possibly have some kind of concussion. Fuck, Kace!”
“Getting mad is not going to do anything,” Kace pointed out. “I know that you’re itching to . . .” Kace cut out for a second as I heard him mumble a curse word.
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the phone and I eerily heard Kace grunt and swear some more.
“One more move and I’m going to blow your fucking head off,” came a distant voice. My breathing grew silent as I tried to listen to what was happening. “Tell your friend that his precious little slut isn’t the only one we can harm.” With that, a gun shot went off, sending a blinding noise through the phone.
A sickening feeling crawled up my spine as I stood and paced my office. I knew better than to start shouting through the phone, in case they could hear me or they picked up his phone. There was a light moan in the phone, indicating that Kace was hopefully still alive.
Bile rose to the top of my throat and my heart sank for the two most important people in my life.
“Fuck,” Kace mumbled over the phone. “I’m going to be home late tonight, sweetheart,” Kace said in a groan.
“What the fuck? Are you okay, Kace?”
“Bastard shot me.”
“Where?” I headed for my bedroom and started pulling out all the dark clothes I had, I was sneaking the fuck out.
“In the arm, grazed my skin but I’ll need stitches.”
“Christ. I’m coming to get you.”
“Stay the fuck where you are,” Kace spoke with anger. “I swear to God, Jett, you have to stay there. It’s the only way this is going to work.”
I sat on my bed and felt deflated, useless, helpless. I was mad at myself, for letting this go too far, for being too stubborn about Lot 17. I should have given it up earlier, then none of this would have happened.
“I’m going to call him. Tell him Lot 17 is all his. I don’t want to deal with this bullshit anymore.”
“To hell you are,” I heard Kace say as his car started. The fucker was going to drive himself to the hospital. “If you do that, you’re showing so many weaknesses that now it’s Lot 17, but later on it’ll be something else, like your club. You can’t give him that. I’ll make sure Diego takes care of Lo. You hold strong, go to the Mayor’s Ball and fuck his shit up afterwards.”
“Will this ever stop?” I asked, showing vulnerability.
“I don’t know, but what I do know is that I can’t drive and talk to you with a shot arm at the same time. When I’m done at the hospital, I’ll see you later. We’ll find a way to pay back that dickhead for what he did to Lo.”
For once, I wasn’t jealous of the protective instincts Kace had over Goldie, because at this moment, I was glad that I wasn’t alone when fighting for the one person who could bring me to my knees. I was glad to have someone in my corner.
* * *
Sleep eludedme as visions of Goldie being hurt ran through my head over and over again. It wasn’t until three in the morning that Kace got back to the club. He sent me a quick text that he was just scraped, had a couple of stitches, and is bandaged up. I met him down at the entrance of the club and helped him into his room, even though he said he didn’t need it. The idiot shouldn’t have been driving in the first place but trying to control him was like trying to calm a raging bull. He did whatever the hell he wanted.
Because of the pain Kace was going through, we didn’t get to talk much about what happened, but what he’d said to me still resonated through my head. It was now four in the morning and all I could hear was Kace saying, “Don’t be stupid and let your emotions get the best of you.”
How could I not? In a short amount of time, Goldie had wiggled her way into my heart and planted herself there. A numb feeling crawled through my body, turning my heart cold and my mind black as I continued to keep my distance from Goldie, knowing damn well that she was hurt.
