Page 113 of The Betrayal

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Page 113 of The Betrayal

Turning my wrist to face me, it's just gone seven. I am dreading tonight, but at the same time I am so psyched to see her. I couldn't even put it into words.

Better get going. I gaze over at the small present wrapped up. I wanted to get her something that I knew she would love and cherish. Whether she wanted it from me was another thing and that’s what I had to prepare myself for.

Walking to my car, I start the engine and head for the restaurant in downtown Manhattan. If it wasn't for Ari, I wouldn't be going. Kaleb and Titus can both choke on a bag of dicks for all I care.

Ready to dust my hands of them. Hypocrites.

I'm not in the car long when an unknown number flashes on my phone. I roll to a stop at a red light and answer.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, is this Keaton Mills?”

“Yeah speaking,” my brows crease, digging a little deeper into my forehead.

“I need you to come to New York-Presbyterian Emergency room.”

Kaleb? Arizona? But surely her dad would be her emergency contact.

I don't even need her to tell me why, I am already spinning my car around and causing chaos.

“Is everything okay?”

“It's your wife, sir.”

I hear the blood pumping in my ears, heart thumping in my chest and all I can hear is a high pitch ringing as everything blurs out around me.

I cut the phone off, not giving two fucks if she was still talking. I just needed to get to her. I booted my car the whole way and definitely jumped a few red lights but honestly in this moment, no fucks were given. I didn't care. All I knew is that I needed to get to her. I needed to make sure she was okay, she was all I cared about.

Should I call Titus? Yes.

Am I going to? Not yet.

Parking wherever I can, I cut the engine and climb out of my car, locking it behind me. I don't bother with the meter, I run towards the hospital, breathless when I get to the reception desk.

“Emergency room.”

The young lady looks frantic.

“Arizona Mills, King. Fuck, I don't know if she changed her name,” I bang my hand on the hard surface making her jump and now I look like a mad man.

“Calm down sir.”

“I just need to know where I need to go to find my wife, Arizona.”

My wife.

Fuck, that hurt my heart. Splintering it into nothing but wood shavings inside my chest.

She taps on her computer and each second drags into hours.

My eyes scan the signs and I see the emergency room to my left. I give up with her and I run. My heart is thrashing in my chest like a great white in the choppy ocean.

I don't stop. I keep running. Throwing myself through the doors, I’m met with another reception area.

What the fuck.

“Sir?”




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