Page 62 of Sweet Dreams
“No, but you should know what Blaine said to me.”
I take a deep inhale and stare down the hall. Blaine is still on the floor with the guys standing over him. Leroy looks over at me and raises a brow. I nod him over so he can hear whatTeagan has to say because if Blaine needs to die, he has to hold Teagan for me.
“What’s going on? Sorry about all the guns, Firecracker. Can never be too cautious.”
“My fault.” She nods. “I’ll yell next time to put the boy toys away.”
Leroy shakes his head. “A pistol even under stress. Okay, why am I out here and not in there messing his face up?”
“Go ahead, tell me what Blaine said to you.”
She softly hisses as she lays her hands gently on my shoulders for support as she stands up. Slowly, she makes her way to the other side of the hall, bowing her head. As she begins to talk, my vision starts to build blinders. I can feel the rage building; he’s the reason why she was kidnapped over some family bullshit that happened between Nancy and Teagan’s dad. Are you kidding me? Her dad knew about this the entire time and never said or did anything. He put his daughter in danger.
“Clear something up for me, Firecracker. How is this all centred around you?”
“Nancy wanted revenge because she never got to live her dream in this town. Her name was tarnished. Yet she married into a well-known name, her husband is the mayor, but she’s pushing papers in an office.”
“And that is your problem, how? I’m not sure how kidnapping you and wanting you to disappear will solve all her problems,” Leroy says, looking confused.
Teagan shrugs. “I'm struggling to get it, too. There's definitely something else we're not getting, and the only solution I can think of is just to go ask Dad.”
“Griff, tie that asshole up. It’s a wrap for the night, and we’ll finish this tomorrow. Silas, take care of her; she needs to sleep.”
Teagan meets my eyes, and I can tell what she’s thinking. “It’s alright; you can trust me on this one.” I guide her to my room, and she sinks onto my bed.
“Did you want a shower?”
“Silas? I need you to tell me the truth.”
I sit next to her, resting my elbows on my knees. “The truth about what?”
“All of this, Silas. No one that jacks cars shoots people. What are you hiding? I thought we talked about this.”
“This business isn’t always easy, and people get shot. Do you see why I wanted to leave this life? Who wants to live like this all the time? I wanted to keep it away from you, yet you somehow still got into it.”
“That wasn’t your fault. I had beef with Nancy for years. I’m sure this all happened becauseI got a restraining order on her, and that set her over the edge. There has to be a reason why she wants my side of Main Street empty.”
“You think that’s why she’s down there?” I toss my hat onto the bed and run my fingers through my hair.
“The record store next to me was always busy. One day, the owner came down with a cold and never recovered. I have a feeling Nancy was behind it.”
“What about the boutique?”
She shakes her head and lays down. “The boutique got an eviction notice; they have to move out at the end of the month.”
How is this happening in this town? Does no one care? “And only you have been fighting her?”
“Yeah, and it doesn’t help that there is family history. I didn’t think they would go this far.” She holds up her wrists. The angry, bloody line stares back at me. A reminder that if I didn’t lie, I would’ve been with her.
“We should get your wrists cleaned before infection sets in.”
I drag her up and into the bathroom. She sits on the toilet, and I dig the first aid kit out from under the sink. “How bad do they hurt?”
“Not so bad now, just when I move them.”
I grab the antiseptic and spray it along the rope burn; she inhales sharply when it hits her skin. “Sorry.”
“It’s cold, that’s all.”