Page 130 of Ruthless Ambition
I checked my phone. “Why are you using Jer’s phone?”
“Because Coop told me you were a chicken shit bastard, and I knew you wouldn’t answerme.”
Fucking Coop. “Didn’t you just have spawn you should be looking after?”
“You will not call your godson spawn. I will kick your ass,” she growled at me. “Why haven’t you been to see her?”
“I’ve been busy feeding the police the information they need for prosecution. Wouldn’t you rather she was safe?”
“Yes, of course I would, but she’s in a hospital ward. Do this shit from her bedside.”
Which was a very valid point. “Her parents are coming,” I told her.
“You’re hiding behind Angel’s parents?” Chrissy said incredulously. “You are so full of shit, Onyx Santo. Get to that hospital, or I swear to God, if you don’t, I’m sending you selfieshots of my broken vagina, and I just pushed an eleven-pound basketball out of it.”
She hung up as I stared at the phone in horror, and then, knowing that she really would, I grinned.
Jer:I can’t say no, man. She’s the mother of my kids
Me:Weak
Jer:Says you! Get to the fucking hospital, see your girl
Rolling my head on my shoulders, I made the decision and stood. I had to see her at some time; may as well be now.
Cooper had told me her ward, and I knew visiting was over. I also knew I had never cared for rules. It’s alarming how easy it is to walk into a hospital ward.
Outside her room, I looked in and saw her wiping her eyes. She was crying, and I hesitated. Did I have the right to walk in there? Angel looked up and saw me and froze.
Well, too late to run. Pushing the door open, I entered and immediately sneezed. She had an entire florist’s shop in her room. “That’s a lot of flowers,” I said as I eyed the lilies with distaste.
“You’re allergic to flowers?” she asked curiously.
“Yes,” I said as I took a seat. “Among other things.”
“Like?” she waited. “People? The whole range of human emotion?”
I smirked at her temper. “You’re feeling better, I see.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Cooper said you were better,” I told her.
“And Coop would know because he’s been here every day,” she snapped.
“That’s nice that you’ve bonded.”
“I can hardly run away,” Angel grumbled. “Unlike some.”
She glared at me, and I stared back. She looked away first.
“Am I fired?”
The question took me by surprise. “Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s you — you do things other people wouldn’t.”
“You were attacked and hurt. Even I wouldn’t terminate your employment for that.” I thought about it. “Not while it’s still high-profile anyway.”
