Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“I need to speak to Tyson.” She crosses her arms over her chest, running her hands up and down her arms nervously.
“He’s not here,” I tell her, and she begins to cry. “What’s going on?”
“I messed up.” She bows her head, and her shoulders start to shake.
“What did you do, Bethany?” If she knows she did something wrong, then it must be bad.
“I’m … I’m sorry,” she cries, burying her face in her hands.
“How about we call him?” I offer. “You can talk to him, okay?”
“He won’t talk to me.” She sniffs.
“We’ll call from my cell. It’s in my locker. Come on.” I grab her hand, not letting her say no, and pull her out of the restroom into the flashing lights and pounding bass. We make our way down the hallway to the locker room, and we step inside. I open my locker and pull out my cell. “Here.” I pull up his contact, press call, and hold it out to her.
She sniffs a few times, trying to calm her breathing. Putting it to her ear, she shakes her head and hands it back.
I put it to mine. “You’ve reached Tyson. Leave a message.”
Beep.
“Hey.” I turn my back to her and take a few steps away to put some distance between us and lower my voice. “Don’t be mad, but I came to Blackout tonight to help while you’re out and I don’t know what’s going on, but Bethany is here and wants to talk to you. We’re calling from my cell, but I’m going to put it back in my locker, so when you call back, call the club. I’ll have her sit at the bar and wait. She’s crying and very upset.” I hang up and turn to face her.
“I told you he won’t talk to me.” She rubs the tears underneath her eyes.
“He’ll call back. Come sit at the bar while you wait to talk to him.”
“Lake?” She pulls me to a stop.
“Yeah?” I ask, looking at her.
“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done.”
“It’s okay,” I tell her.
“No, it’s not. I wasn’t nice to you.” Her watery eyes drop to the floor. “I just … I just couldn’t tell him no.”
“My father?” I ask, trying to be supportive but also needing to know who the hell she’s talking about.
She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself, and I know she’s lying. She’s not going to tell me anything because she wants my husband.
“Who, Bethany?” I growl, getting irritated. Maybe she’s just trying to piss me off and doesn’t really want to talk to Tyson at all. “What did he want?”
The door opens and Starla enters. She runs to the trash can and begins to throw up. Once she’s done, she wipes her mouth with her hand. “Something is going around.”
“Come on,” I tell Bethany, pulling her out, and we push our way to the bar.
I know I’ve got everything out of her that I’m going to get. Tyson will have to get the rest. Thankfully, a nice man offers her his seat, and I tell her to stay right there while I add more tables to my section to help Starla.
FORTY-NINE
TYSON
We’ve just gotten out of town when I hear my cell going off and alerting me of a message. I see I had a missed call from Lake a while ago. I must have had bad service. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. I hit call to listen to her voicemail.
“Hey.” Her sweet voice fills my ear. “Don’t be mad but I came to Blackout tonight to help while you’re out and I don’t know what’s going on, but Bethany is here and wants to talk to you. We’re calling from my cell. I’m going to put it back in my locker. When you call back, call the club. I’m going to have her sit at the bar and wait for your call. She’s crying and very upset.”
“What the fuck?” Ending the call, I immediately dial Blackout and wait for someone to pick up. It rings until it stops. I dial it again. Finally, on the fourth ring, someone answers.
“Blackout,” Beau calls out into the phone.
I want to demand why the fuck my wife is there but he’s not going to know, so I get to the point. “Hey, Lake called me. Said that Bethany wanted to talk to me,” I say.
“Yeah, she’s at the bar. One sec. I’ll get her.”
“Ty-son,” her broken voice says moments later.
I refrain from rolling my eyes. Bethany isn’t my favorite person right now. “What do you want, Beth? And why are you at Blackout?” If she wanted to call me, she could have called me from her own cell. I’m not sure I’d answer, but she could have left a voicemail herself instead of using my wife. Bethany isn’t stupid. She knows how to use people to her advantage, no matter how well she’s able to play the victim.