Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
One of the security guards sees Oscar and immediately goes for the chain, opening it for us. He bobs his head at Oscar and Oscar returns the gesture.
When we are clear, I loosen my grip on the cross in my palm.
Kylie catches up to Oscar’s side. He slings his arm over her shoulders and smiles down at her. It’s a warm smile. Comforting.
He’s always been this way with her. Affectionate. Compassionate. Sweet.
Weird. I’m not sure what to expect from Drake.
Oscar peers over his shoulder at me and slows his pace. Before I know it, he’s stopping and stepping aside with his arm still wrapped around Kylie. She clings to the hand on her shoulder, entangling their fingers.
“All right, Jenny,” Oscar says. “His room is straight down there. Tell the security guard who you are. They’ll know to let you in.”
I focus on the door that is a few yards away. There is a tall, muscular man standing there, his arms folded as he chomps on his gum.
“I don’t want to just walk in,” I state.
Oscar looks me over before meeting Kylie’s eyes again. Kylie bobs her head, silently demanding him to guide me.
“Okay. All right. Fine.” He reluctantly pulls away. “You stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
Kylie nods as he strokes her chin.
Oscar then looks at me, wiggling his brows. “Come on, Jenny Roscoe.”
“Just Jenny,” I laugh.
“I know.” He’s quiet for a moment as he leads the way. I try my best to catch up with him but he’s tall, and his strides are much longer than mine. It’s somewhat difficult. “You nervous?”
I give him a bland look.
“Shit, of course you are. Especially after that stupid fucking stunt he pulled out there for the whole world to see. Fucking dumbass.”
“What was he thinking anyway?” I snap, suddenly angry about Drake’s recent behavior.
Oscar shrugs. “I guess it just caught him off guard to see the first girl he’s ever loved with another guy. Kind of a hard thing to witness.”
I start to speak but immediately clamp my mouth shut. There is so much I could go on about—like how it’s his fault I even ended up with someone else, or how he left me without much reason—but I don’t, because Drake’s door is only a few feet away and I should hash things out at him. Not Oscar.
I won’t ruin his mood for Kylie.
Unlike my and Drake’s situation, they are happy to see one another after so long. I’ll let him go back with the same chipper mood he came to see me with. After all, it’s not his fault his cousin is an idiot.
Oscar bobs his head at the security guard. I guess this is their thing. Bobbing and nodding. Nodding and bobbing.
The guard steps aside, and Oscar gestures towards the door. “Want me to walk you in, or do you have it from here?”
I sigh. I need a minute. “No, it’s okay. Hey, where’s Otto?”
“I’m sure he’s running around the city somewhere. Probably at a damn strip club, knowing him.”
I giggle. “That sounds like the Otto I knew.”
Oscar laughs. “Yeah.” Looking me over briefly, he steps back, and then sighs. “He won’t… hurt you or anything… if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I know he won’t.” I focus on the cross in my hand. “I guess I can handle it from here.”
He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Okay, then. I’ll be with Kylie at the bar. You need us, call her.”
“Thanks, Oscar.”
“No problem, Jenny Roscoe.”
I watch him walk away and when he’s long gone, I point my gaze up at the guard. He side-eyes me but then puts his focus ahead again.
Swallowing hard, I step forward and grip the doorknob. My eyes shut for a brief moment. I listen to the pounding of my heart, how it throbs with panic.
I can’t see him. I shouldn’t see him. What about Shane?
He’s probably wondering where I am… then again, he may not be, considering he’s an egotistical jackass.
I look up at the guard again.
“I’m Jenny Roscoe,” I murmur in true idiot fashion.
To my surprise, he reveals a lopsided grin. “I know. Heard ‘em say it.”
“Heard who say it?”
“Wildcard and Raptor.”
My eyebrows stitch. “Who is Wildcard and Raptor?”
He frowns a little. “Oscar and Otto. Their fighting names.”
“They still fight?”
“Not professionally… but yeah.”
“Oh.” I nod. “Well… that’s cool, I guess.”
That’s enough of that. I have to go in now. I mean, I could stay out in this hallway and talk to this unknown guard all night long, but I won’t. Plus, I’m sure the guard wouldn’t be a fan.
I have too many questions running rampant in my mind, and if facing Drake is the way to get those answers, then so be it.
I twist the doorknob and walk in, peering around the edge of the door. I’m shocked that it’s not an actual room. It’s filled with sleek, silver lockers and several benches built into the ground in front of them.