He releases a sigh and shakes his head. “Lord, save me from women who don’t know how to do what they’re told. Get up, girl. I’m losing my patience.”
I don’t do it for him. I do it for myself and my self-respect.
“If you’re going to kill me, why does it matter if I’m standing?” I ask as I regain my balance on my heels and straighten my shoulders.
One of his eyebrows goes up. “You think you know how this is gonna go? Because I suspect you don’t.”
Fifty-Six
Legend
“Gunshot in the back hallway,”Q says to me, and we both change directions and run.
I dodge people, shoving them out of the way. Men in black suits move through the crowd, heading in the same direction.
Q goes for his keys, but I yank the handle of the service door, and it flies open.
Fuck. So much for security having shit locked down.
We both bolt down the hallway, and then slide to a halt when we see a body on the floor. Black hair.
Not Scarlett. Thank fuck.
“Who is that?” one of the security guys asks as I step toward her.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Lucy Byers. Some bitch who was hassling Scarlett.”
“Jesus Christ, Gabe. What the fuck?” Q demands, his eyes wide.
“I got no answers,” I say and keep going.
As much as I don’t want to deal with a dead body in my club, only one thing matters—that body doesn’t belong to Scarlett, and I need to find her as soon as fucking possible.
There’s another body up ahead, before the door that leads to the service corridor that lets out into the alley. A man’s. I slide to a halt, thinking it’s Moses. But it’s not.
Rolo.
Blood stains his lips as he coughs, pressing a hand against his chest. “Call me an ambulance.” He hacks up more blood. “Fucking hurry.”
Q stops beside me as security swarms us. “Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck is going on here tonight?”
“Where is she?” I drop to my knees beside Rolo and grip him by the collar. “Where the fuck is she!”
“Same guy who shot me took her. Through there.” He nods at the door.
“Fuck!” My voice echoing in the hallway, I release my hold on him and run for the door. Right now, I don’t give a fuck about Rolo. I don’t know how all this fits together, but the only piece that matters is Scarlett.
Where is she?
One of the security guys jumps in front of me. “Let us go first, Mr. Legend. We’re armed. You’re not.”
“Find her!” I yell as he shoves the door open, but as soon as he steps through it, he freezes.
“Well, fuck. See? I told you this was going to get complicated.”
The voice makes my blood run cold.
Moses.