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“No. No. No. No!” She screamed.
“Aria?”
“It’s fine. It’s totally fine.”
It wasn’t.
Grant would come for them but it would be too late.
With the smoke filling the room, Aria tried tugging at her wrists and ankles, hoping to find some weakness within the cuffs, some design fault. Anything that would allow her to get out and get free. Lidia did the same. Why did they have to take her best friend as well?
“Aria, it’s not working,” Lidia said, sobbing. “There’s no use.”
“We’re going to get out of here, Lidia. We are.”
“Stop saying that. You and I both know it’s not true. This is what happens. We die.”
Aria couldn’t stop the tears.
“Do you remember when we were kids?” Aria said. “Your dad had just built you that tree house.”
“We spent a lot of time in that tree house.”
“We did. Well, imagine we’re back there right now. This is part of our game.”
“Aria, we always got out alive,” Lidia said.
“I know. We will.”
Aria stared at the smoke. She breathed in and tried to control the cough, but it wouldn’t stay inside. She let out a cough. As she did, so did Lidia.
“Cover your face.”
The coughing got uncontrollable and Aria was certain she heard the fire crackling. Was the room getting warmer? She was going to die tonight. Die without seeing Grant again. Without telling him that she loved him and forgave him.
Do you forgive him?
What was there to forgive?
Yes, he had sex with her sister. Yes, he lied about it. Well, did he lie? He just didn’t tell her the truth. Why did he do that? He didn’t want to hurt her.
The smoke was coming thick and fast.
She felt the room getting warm.
Collapsing to the bed, she tried to preserve her strength. Curling up in a ball, she felt like she was choking.
This was how her story would end.
Chapter Nineteen
Grant looked through the hospital room window at Aria. She was hooked up to several machines. He’d gotten to her before the fire had been able to touch her, but he’d not been able to control the smoke.
She had smoke inhalation and was currently in a coma. Lidia was also the same. Both friends were in the hospital, in the same room. He’d insisted. Lidia’s parents had hugged him tightly, thanking him and the club for saving them.
He’d nearly failed. Dylan had gotten the call from a couple of drunken kids about a fire at one of the old abandoned hotels.
“You made it,” Bull said, slapping him on the back. Miguel was currently at the Chaos and Carnage MC clubhouse chained in the basement with the men taking turns to watch him. The club was on guard. They knew his men would come for him.
