Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Ten minutes later, she walked out of the apartment building and into the Uber that Mr. Wembley ordered for her. She’d put the app on his phone a while ago. And he hadn’t questioned her when she’d told him that her phone wasn’t working.
She’d left some cash to cover the cost of the ride. Along with her phone, knowing he’d see it after she left and deliver it back to her apartment. Hopefully, he’d just put it through the mail slot in the door.
Fear kept her alert and jittery as they headed to the train station. Once Billy figured out that she’d gone, he’d know where she was. She just had to get there before he did.
Once more, she stood and stared at their building. But she didn’t linger. She still fully expected Billy to pop out of nowhere and grab her.
Was this the right decision? But what else could she do?
She was going to be a mum.
What did she know about taking care of a baby? She couldn’t even look after herself.
You have this.
You’re not alone.
They’ll help you.
She entered the building, checking behind her. She’d timed it so she’d get here at rush hour when there were plenty of people around. Hopefully the guys were here.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly.
Everything would be all right now. She’d made it here safely. Billy hadn’t followed her.
Indie rode the elevator up to their floor.
Joy bubbled inside her as she reached their door.
Safe.
I’m safe.
Relief made her giddy. The guys would have her back. Billy might come for them, but she had to trust that they could take care of themselves.
Of Maggie.
And of her.
They’d always stood by her.
The way she always did them.
She entered the door code. A red light flashed.
That was odd. Maybe they’d changed the code and hadn’t had a chance to tell her yet.
She shrugged and rang the bell. Then she waited. And waited.
Finally, the door opened and Slade stared at her. There was a strange look on his face.
Under other circumstances she might have taken note of that look. She might have wondered why he seemed so stiff and cold. But she was still riding the high of successfully leaving Billy.
But finally she noticed that Slade hadn’t moved. That he hadn’t said anything.
That was . . . odd.
“Are you all right?” she asked Slade.
“Migraine.”
Ahh, that explained it. Poor Slade he had suffered from migraines for years. They were usually brought on by stress or from not taking care of himself.
His girlfriend should really take better care of him. Some of her happiness fizzled away at the thought of the gorgeous brunette she’d seen him with at the club.
Keep smiling.
“Come in.” There was a formal note to his voice which was odd.
“Did you guys change the security code to get into the penthouse?” she asked. “It didn’t work for me.”
“We have,” Quaid said as he walked into the entrance. “We’ll be changing all of the codes. Why are you here, Indie?”
“Um, you invited me here. I know I’m a few weeks late, sorry I didn’t message. I have a reason for that.”
Spencer joined them and he looked wrecked. As though he hadn’t slept in weeks. And he was wearing beige. Spencer never wore beige. He liked bright cheerful colors and he didn’t give a shit what people thought of him for what he wore.
What the hell?
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What’s wrong? As if you don’t know,” Slade said.
Just like that her happiness turned into a ball of despair and fear in her stomach.
“What do you mean? What do I know?” she asked quietly.
“You know that you betrayed us. That you used us,” Quaid told her in his too-cold voice.
It was hard to tell since Quaid never showed much emotion, but the way he was talking to her was different.
His tone was sub-arctic.
Slade was silent while Spencer just stared at her with devastated eyes.
What was going on here?
“I have never used or betrayed you,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The lies would be easier to believe if we didn’t have evidence,” Slade told her quietly.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, panic starting to hit her.
What did they think she’d done?
“You stole some confidential information from us, Indie,” Quaid said. God, he hadn’t spoken to her like this in years. Not since she’d first met them.
He hadn’t trusted her then. It had taken months before he had started to thaw.
How had they ended up back there? What did he think she’d done?
And where was Rock? He would believe her, right? He wouldn’t let them accuse her of things that she hadn’t done.
“Don’t bother looking for Rock. Just because he doesn’t want to be a part of this doesn’t mean that he actually believes you,” Quaid told her.
“We should call the cops,” Slade said.