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Clutching onto my stomach, I awkwardly look away.
“I’d really appreciate some privacy; I’m not feeling too good.” I look his way and shrug slightly.
“Fine, hurry back.” He doesn’t even argue before sliding back into his chair and scrolling through his phone.
Well, that wasn’t fucking hard.
Pulling the door open. Luckily, I manage to avoid any passing doctors and nurses who are too busy with their rounds and other patients to pay me any attention. Putting my head down, I manage to pass the police captain while he’s deep in conversation with other members of the police department. As I leave the ward, I give one final look, confirming I’m not being watched or followed, before picking up the pace and heading for the parking lot.
He only left a minute before me; he has to still be here.
Scanning the area, I don’t see him, and it doesn’t fucking help. I barely remember what car I’m looking for. Eyeing the exit sign, I consciously decide to head there in the hope he’ll see me before he leaves. I’m assuming Detective Strode called him before he was shot, so Bhodi knows exactly what happened. With the situation just happening, no one had a chance to speak with me. They wanted a doctor to check me first, but I didn’t have time to waste. Bhodi needs to know that Alex is the one who caused this.
Finally reaching the car park exit, I eye a black Mustang as it begins to move through the lot. Squinting, I begin to move closer to the vehicle.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I halt in my tracks as the headlights shine bright, causing me to throw my hand up.
“Bhodi?” I ask, slowly lowering my hand.
He stands by the running car, taking
a moment to observe my blood-stained clothes. I watch as any hint of warmth seems to leave his body, leaving nothing but a cold scowl as I stand only a few meters away.
“Go home, Summer.” My brow furrows slightly, and his tone is cold as I take a step forward, shaking my head.
“I can’t do that; I saw what happened.” I plead, moving closer until he’s within reaching distance. “I know who it was. You need me right now.”
Running a hand through his hair, the conflict etched across his face. The silence fills the parking lot. I finally let out the breath I was holding as he nods, gesturing for me to get in the car. Pulling open the door, I slide in as he tears from the parking lot and back onto the main street.
Weaving in and out of traffic, I clutch onto the seat. My fingers dig into the leather as drivers jump on their horns. Side-eyeing Bhodi, he seems unfazed by the anger from other drivers, and all things considered, there are a lot more pressing issues to discuss.
As the lights ahead turn red, the vehicle begins to slow before coming to a halt. I manage to relax a little, watching him pull out his phone and type a quick message before we speed off again. We continue our silent drive with my back pressed hard into the leather. After a few moments, I turn to him with a questioning look when the familiar surroundings of the street ahead come into view.
“What the fuck are we doing here?” I snap, looking up at my father’s apartment.
“You’re gonna tell me what happened, then head into your apartment and lock the door like a good girl.” He speaks with a sarcastic coldness that makes me want to slap him hard across the face.
Feeling the anger building within me, I push the door open and move for the apartment as fast as my legs will carry me. I faintly hear him call out, but he’s the same as the rest of the cops from today. That silent look of blame and disapproval towards me because of what happened.
Slamming my fist onto the button for the penthouse, the doors for the elevator open immediately. Launching myself into the confined space, I catch sight of Bhodi approaching fast in the mirror before eagerly pressing the button again, allowing the doors to close. Leaning back into the hard surface, I breathe a sigh of relief as it begins to carry me to the top floor. I look up, counting all the passing floor before mine nears. Once the doors slowly open, I dart to the front door of the apartment before punching in the new code and shoving the door open. Silently thanking Two/Face for the new codes, else this would have been more fucking awkward being locked out and stuck with a pissed-off Detective Grey.
As the second elevator doors open, I manage to slam the door shut as his pissed-off face appears. I take a few steps back and watch the door as the footsteps approach. I feel a pang of want through my body as he eventually knocks, but my irritation doesn’t allow my feet to move forward.
As he knocks again, I find my memories taking me back to a few hours earlier. The moments when I was screaming in the street for help and pleading with people to call an ambulance. The guilt washes over me, forcing me towards the door and swinging it open. Still unable to meet his gaze.
“What happened?” he asks numbly.
Taking a deep breath, I look to the ground.
“The guy at the bar was Alex. He got angry when I tried to leave the bar. When Detective Strode pulled me out of there...” Wiping away my hot tears, I continue. “that’s when the shooting started. I couldn’t see who it was, though. But I know he had called Harry and let him know where I was.”
Managing to look into his eyes, the darkness is back. He doesn’t blink. He shows no emotion. He just reaches for the door and pulls it closed. As the light from the hall fades, I stand alone, only hearing his retreating footsteps head for the elevator.
Bhodi?
A shadow passes the doorway of the isolated warehouse. Sliding on my leather gloves, I don’t bother looking to the person standing a few feet away. As the material slides over my skin, I flex my fingers, stretching the fabric. I don’t want a fucking audience; I just want answers. I know Alex will sing like a fucking canary. Pieces of shit always think they’ll get away with their underhand actions unscathed, but this time he won’t.
“I’ll do this alone.” I say, moving from the old, abandoned workshop and into the main area. The only noises around are the slow dripping from a nearby pipe and Alex’s pathetic whimpering as he sits bound to a chair in the center. Rolling my eyes, I slowly approach, watching with amusement as his head darts all around, trying to locate the source of the footsteps.
