His text scared me.
Come over. Now.
He’d never been demanding. Not like that. Not in a text. Not even over the phone. In fact, although he could be somewhat bossy, he was normally laidback, and except for the argument we’d had at the club, he was always in a good mood.
Come over. Now. did not say good mood.
It was also not somewhat bossy.
It was imperative and demanding.
Especially when we hadn’t had any contact in weeks.
My return texts of Are you okay? and Sebring, answer me received no response.
So I took off to do as he said.
Worried.
He had a brother. His brother had a family. Nick also had employees.
Other than that, he’d asked me if I had anyone but I’d never asked him. And our relationship was such he didn’t share about all his friends, buddies he might meet for a beer, high school sweethearts he still kept in touch with.
He might not have anyone either.
In fact, in our world, there were very few anyones you could truly trust.
And he might need someone.
Especially if he needed someone because something had happened to his brother or his brother’s family.
Knight Sebring kept himself and his business to himself.
That didn’t mean there wasn’t danger to his business. If anyone hurt any of the girls he provided protection for, it was known his retribution was swift and brutal.
That might mean enemies.
But it could just be life. A car accident. An illness.
Anything.
Life happened all the time and my experience was most of what happened during the living of it sucked.
So yes, I was worried. I hadn’t heard anything but that wasn’t unusual. Even back in the day when I was directly involved in the life, with my position in it, news reached me slowly. Now, it might not reach me at all.
God, what if someone went after Knight’s Anya?
Or one of their daughters?
This was a terror of mine. It made no sense. After what had happened with Tommy, I decided never to have children.
But sometimes I woke up at night in a cold sweat, having dreamed some enemy of my father or Georgia had decided they should pay through my babies.
Or that I’d done something and my father or Georgia used my babies to pay.
No, I never intended to have any children.
I was also worried because Nick’s text could be construed not as upset, but as anger.