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“She didn’t know what happened,” I said. “How could she know?” My mind was working overtime, pushing through the slog of alcohol. “Give me your phone.”
Benito handed it over. I scrolled through until I found Melony’s name. It was late, but I needed to know when she’d talked to him. Melony had to know where he was or where he’d gone. And I needed him back.
“It’s late as fuck. Did someone die?” Mel groaned.
“Who is that?” a voice called.
I barked out a laugh. “That Chelsea? Tell her I said hey.” I whistled. “Man, you move quick, doc.”
“Giancarlo,” Melony muttered.
“The one and fucking only. Where’s my boyfriend?”
Melony paused. “Boyfriend? Is that what he is?”
“Yeah? That a problem?”
“Course not. I just wouldn’t have guessed by the way he was all broken up tonight.” She paused. “What the fuck did you do?”
My chest tightened all over again. “Watch your mouth.”
“Get fucked, Giancarlo,” she said. “I’ve never pulled punches with any of you, and I never will. That’s why every last one of you is still standing.” She sighed. “Ash left my clinic barefoot, half wet, and out of his mind. He thought he wasn’t cut out for this life. And he was crying. I thought for sure he was headed back your way.”
I shot to my feet, instantly regretting it as the room spun. Benito was up with me, his eyes narrowed as he stared. I glanced over to the entryway. Ash had bought a shoe holder because he hated tripping over the pile I left at the front door. Sure enough, his sneakers, the ones I bought him that he loved the most with the red and black designs, were still there.
“He was barefoot and crying?”
“Yeah.”
“Why the hell didn’t you call me?” I growled.
“He didn’t want you to be disturbed. Just wanted Benito to come check on you.”
My hand tightened around Benito’s phone. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know. Last I saw him, he freaked out, bolted into the rain, and that was it. He was gone before I could stop him. I’m sorry.”
My teeth ground together. “If I don’t find him in one piece, you’re going to be sorry, doc.”
I hung up the phone. Benito took it back as I stepped past him and ran up the stairs. As soon as I was dressed, I snatched up my phone and headed for the door. Stopping in my tracks, I doubled back and went into Ash’s bedroom. The gloves were still in the box. I dumped them out, tugged them onto my raw and aching hands and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To get what’s mine,” I said as I stepped past my brother.
“You shouldn’t be out there driving.”
I turned to him. “I’m sober as fuck right now, Benito. Trust me, hearing all this shit woke me right the fuck up.” When he looked incredulous, I sighed. “Fine, I’ll walk. I need to go to Melony’s clinic and see if I can find any trace of Ash. I pulled out my phone, opening the app. “Looks like he’s still there.”
Benito nodded. “Fine. I’ll come with you.”
I shook my head. “I need to do this alone. I have to talk to him. Alone.”
My brother looked me over before he nodded. "Fine, but stay out of trouble. Seriously, I can’t have you in the news, Gin. I won’t have you carted off to prison again. Shit, I’ll lose my mind.”
He wrapped me in his arms, his hand slamming against my back affectionately. I held onto him.
“I love you,” I muttered.
