Page 63 of Violent Little Thing
“Chris,” she answered. “So, how close is Denver again?”
“Hold on.” I put the call on hold and dialed Denver.
“’Sup,” he drawled.
“Charleigh’s at my place alone, and her sick fuck of an ex-boss is there,” I said. “She literally just moved in, so there’s no reason that he should know where she’s at.”
I heard something clang and then, “I’m on my way. Tell her I’ll be coming through the back door.”
“Thanks,” I said and switched back over to Charleigh. “Is he still there?”
“Yes,” she said. “You hear him?”
“…know you’re in there!”
Shit.
“Denver’s on his way,” I said. “He has a key to the back door, so don’t freak out when he comes inside.”
“I won’t but…”
“Open this door right fucking now!” I heard Chris say, though it was muffled.
It was a tense five minutes as we waited for Denver to get there. The entire time, Chris lost his shit, banging and slinging insults. Telling her she was a worthless whore one second, and the love of his life the next.
“Seraphina told me that it would work!” he said at one point.
Jesus Christ.
“Do you think that he started dating Seraphina because he thought it would endear himself to me?” she asked after hearing that last bit.
“Sounds a lot like the case,” I said. “Has she done anything like that before?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t date much.” She hesitated. “At all. I just…I don’t have the patience, I guess.”
More banging and then, “Denver’s here.”
My gut unknotted.
He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“I’m going to go watch the show,” she said. “I’ll call you back when it’s done.”
Before I could tell her to keep me on the line, she hung up.
I pulled up the cameras on my phone and chose the front door feed.
“What’s going on?” Noe asked.
I explained quickly as I turned my phone to the side so I could get a better view and turned up the volume.
Normally I didn’t condone the loud phones in public thing—it was one of my biggest pet peeves—but in this instance, I was more than okay with it.
Noe leaned into me and watched right along with me as Chris continued to lose his shit.
Denver yanked open the door, and Chris took a couple of hasty steps back, surprised to find a pissed-off man on the other side.
“What is it you’re hoping to accomplish banging on the door like that?”
