phone from me and answered it as I walked around the counter and dropped down into one of the seats nearest me. Dad had lied to me about killing Freddy's father? Or had he lied to Mom a few years back and Marco overheard that? Either way, something was horribly off.
"Where the fuck are you? We're worried sick ab — " Marco stopped short and stiffened. "We're on our way. Hold tight."
"What's wrong?" I stood up as the blood rushed from my face and left my cheeks tingling.
"He said he's in deep shit."
"Where is he?"
"At the warehouse. Let's go." Marco tossed my phone to me and turned to run back out the front door. The drama just wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
*
Marco drove over to Freddy's as I sat in the passenger seat and imagined the worst possible. My little brother had OD'd and was probably seizing on the floor. Where I was upset with the situation my mother's infidelities had us in, it was nothing I could hold against my brother. He was still blood, and I was still willing to risk my life to save his.
"Be careful, Izzy. You don't know — "
"I don't care." I got out of the car and jogged to the large warehouse we rented just down from the shipping office. I pulled my gun from the back of my pants and pressed my code on the door. "Keep your eyes open."
"I will, but he didn't sound like he was in danger from other people. He sounded like he was wigging the fuck out." Marco pulled out his gun and moved up beside me as we walked through the darkness in the large room filled with various assets we'd purchased over the years. The office sat at the very back of the room, and seeing the light on in the midst of the darkness helped to sooth my fears.
"I'll deal with him if he's OD'ing. Just get ready to call an ambulance if needed." I tucked my gun back in my pants and walked in to find Freddy on his knees with tears streaking down his face as he vomited in the small office trash can.
"Fuck. I'll be out here." Marco closed the door behind us and disappeared back into the darkness of the warehouse.
"Hey. I'm here now." I moved down and brushed my hand over his back.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. I needed a way out. I had to... I had — " He turned and vomited again.
"It's okay. We'll fix it. Whatever it is." I got up and reached for a bottle of water from the fridge as Marco burst through the door.
"Fuck me. We got problems out here. Text D, and tell him to get out here. Now." He turned and closed the door behind him.
"What have you done?" I moved up beside Freddy and texted D as fast as I could before moving toward the door. Marco couldn't take on more than two or three people himself. From the panic on his face, it had to be a few more than that.
"I told you I'm sorry."
"Tell me what I'm walking into, Little Brother. Love me like I love you." I reached for the door and pulled my gun back out.
"I stabbed Thomas Kallup. I'm sorry, Izzy. I'm so sorry, but he's dead."
Chapter 27
Demetri
The pretty black-haired girl that had snuggled up to the front of me an hour or so later looked more and more like Izabella the more I drank.
"Come upstairs with me. It's supposed to have spaces for couples to play around in." She pressed herself to the front of me and licked at her lips. "I wanna taste you. Don't deny me."
"She's lovely." Edward stopped beside me and reached over to squeeze the girls chin. "If he doesn't want you, I do."
"Fuck you." I glanced over at him and narrowed my eyes. "Don't you already have one of my women?"
"Is that a joke?" He chuckled and turned to face the bar I had my back against. "Izabella wants one man in her life, and it ain't me."
Izzy.
"Not right now, sweetheart. Maybe later." I untangled myself from the girl and turned toward the bar as I tried to shake off the haze of lust that sat over me. I was seconds from taking her upstairs and pushing her to her knees to fulfill her naughty promises. I'd have hated myself afterward.
"That was dumb." Edward took a long sip of his beer and lifted the bottle toward