Page 20 of House of Scarlett
What if I am dying?No. I’m not delusional enough to think that.
Then another face pops into my brain.Flynn.
“Call Flynn. Tell her. She’ll be pissed if I don’t. I canceled my appointment with Kelsey, but she sounded worried. If she shows up when I’m gone, have someone tell her I’ll keep her posted. She doesn’t need to worry.”
I want to tell her to call Gabriel because this is all his fault somehow, but I don’t. My stomach is screaming in pain again, and all I can do is curl up into the fetal position.
“Fuck. Get me to the hospital. I don’t care anymore. Just make it stop.”
Eleven
Legend
“They already toldme he’s here, so don’t even think about trying to keep me from talking to him. Unless you get some kind of sick thrill from manhandling women who are underage.”
“I didn’t touch you, Ms. Elliott. And I assure you, I have absolutely no interest in manhandling you, underage or otherwise.”
What the fuck is going on out there?
A woman is yelling at Q in the hallway outside my office, and he sounds like he’s barely keeping it together. But who the fuck is Ms. Elliott? I don’t know any Elliotts.
I rise from my desk but pause when she goes off on another tangent.
“Then get the hell out of my way and point me in the direction of his office. My sister may not have much time left. She’s heading into emergency fucking surgery right now. Or maybe you don’t think Legend gives a shit. But he liked her well enough before she put out.”
Everything in my body freezes.No. She’s not talking about Scarlett. That’s not possible. Scarlett doesn’t have a sister. They can’t be talking about her.
And yet, a knock comes on my office door and Q pokes his head inside. “You have a visitor. Flynn Elliott.”
“Oh, just get out of the way and let me fucking talk to him. I guarantee he’s going to be pissed you didn’t bring me here immediately.Emergency surgery,asshole!”
I don’t even remember moving, but I’m yanking the door fully open to stare at a petite brunette dressed in jeans and a librarian-looking sweater, carrying a backpack.
“Who the fuck are you talking about?”
She glares at me, her eyes raking up and down my face. “Who do you think? Or have you thrown multiple women out of your office after you fucked them lately? I thought it might have just been Scarlett.”
My hands clench into fists at my sides, and I quell the urge to reach out and shake the hell out of her. “She doesn’t have a sister.”
“Ex-stepsister. Still counts. We’re connected through mutual loathing of our deadbeat, selfish parents.”
“What the fuck is going on? What surgery? What emergency? What’s wrong with her?” I’m asking questions faster than she can even open her mouth to answer them. My heart thunders in my chest, like I’ve just gone five rounds and am about to collapse.
“One of her employees called me from the ER. Said they rushed her in because she was in excruciating pain.”
The thought of Scarlett in pain damn near brings me to my knees. “What is it? What’s wrong? Is she going to be okay?”
Flynn’s lips are pressed into an angry line. “She could still die, asshole. It’s emergency surgery. But you’re not supposed to care, because you don’t want her in your life, right? You fucked her and tossed her out on her ass like yesterday’s trash. Did you even wonder if she might’ve been pregnant? What if she’s losing a baby right now?”
Oh my fucking God.A wave of pure terror washes over me, leaving my entire body feeling as if I’ve been doused in kerosene and a fireball is racing toward me.
“She isn’t. Please. Fuck.”
Flynn glares. “Not as far as I know, but that’s just another thing you should’ve thought about. Asshole.”
“I—”
Flynn takes two steps closer to me and crosses her arms over her chest. “You fucked up. You took the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you and shit all over it. Is that what you do to good people? People who just want to make the world a better place?”
