LOGINGAVINWhatever doctor Patrick says next, I don't hear. My mind is still stuck on the part where they need to put her in a comma for several weeks. Several fucking weeks.I rake a hand through my hair. Demi is fighting for her life and there's nothing I can do to help. She's going to be here for a while. Oh my God. Someone should wake me up from this nightmare. Because that's what this is.I need to wake up into a world where I can see her. Her smile, her laugh, her frown. Just everything. A world where we can talk and laugh at silly things.Sadly, this is the reality. No matter how many times I blink, I end up coming back to this reality. After the doctor's briefing, I can barely talk to anyone. Fabianna joins us outside the doctor's office. She has a lot of questions. I don't even have it in me to respond to her questions.I take a seat nearby and stare in space. Everything else is just noise to my ears
GAVINLorenzo went too far. I know I'm not overthinking this. Once Reagan and I are done with this investigation, he'll regret setting foot close to Demi.My plan to tip the feds is still on. We are just waiting for Jack's signal. Once everything is set, his deal with the Russians will face a lot of problems. Though right now, my top priority is Demi. Reagan tries to hint about what's going on in the media but I keep dismissing him. That's a crisis I can control later. Besides, I have a team for that.We talk for a while and I lose count of time. By the time I look at my watch, it's almost 11pm.“I have to go to the hospital,” I say, getting on my feet. “No way,” says Reagan.I narrow my eyes on him. “Excuse me?” “I said that's not a good idea.”I squint, wondering what the hell is wrong with my best friend. “Seeing my woman is not a good idea?”“You're not even allowed to see her.”“Yeah, but I need to be there
GAVINMy mother is pacing in the living room. What’s gotten her like this, I have no idea, because it's definitely not Demi's condition. She sees me and rushes to hug me. Then she cups my cheeks. “Are you alright, son?”I'm not okay.“I'm fine,” I tell her.“I heard what happened,” she proceeds.“To Demi?” She takes a step back. “No. About your arrest.”Oh.Of course. Did I really expect my mother to be worried about my girl?My arrest is old news, and I really don't care about what anyone is saying. I haven't even had time for my phone. Because, again, right now, none of that matters.I walk past my mother, massaging my nape. “Gavin, I've been worried about you. And I've been trying to reach you,” she expresses.“Well, now you've confirmed I'm fine. You can go back to your husband and daughter.”“Daughter?” She raises her brows. “You and Fabianna are fighting?”“Oh.” I force a smi
GAVINI don't hear what the doctor says next. My chest feels heavy, again. I'm trying to catch my breath. For a moment, the rest of the world disappears. Only when a hand touches my shoulder do I come back to reality.“Gavin,” Fabianna calls out. I blink a few times. “I'm fine,” I lie.The doctor clears his throat. “I'm so sorry about everything.”Well, this is not the time to be sorry but to be doing his job.“The next twenty-four hours will be crucial,” he proceeds. “We'll do our best.”With those last words he walks away. I suck in a breath and then massage my nape. I have never been in this situation. Where there's absolutely nothing I can do. Maybe transfer her to a better hospital? Right now, I don't think there's a better hospital than Angel Care. Their reputation precedes them. Besides, she's in a critical condition. Transferring her wouldn't make any sense.Maybe I had doubts before, but
GAVIN I hold Fabianna's hand to stop her from going after Janelle. My sister is a crazy one. She turns to me with a glower. “Are you defending her?”“I'm not defending her, Fabianna.”“Good, because I don't want to have to remind you who Janelle Adams is. This was all her plan. She sent threats to Dem,i and now this accident? This was all her. That truck was no accident. You sent it.” She points a finger at Janelle“I had nothing to do with that. I can be everything but I'm not a killer,” Janelle defends.“That's so easy to believe,” Fabianna crosses her arms. “How did you even know Demi was going to use that route?”“You're not making any sense. You're just stressed,” says Janelle.I massage my temples. And let out a sigh.“You don't know anything about my feelings…” Fabianna proceeds. “Okay, okay,” I hold her shoulders. “Now is not the time for this argument. Let me talk to her, ” I coax.She accepts but
GAVINBecause of Janelle's face when she approached, I asked myself, “Who died?”At that moment, it didn't matter. All I wanted was to see Demi.And now…Demi was involved in an accident. My brain goes blank. My world stops as my heart makes a hard beat. My pupils widen. My lips part but now words come off…No.“Her car was hit by a truck.” The terrible news continues to flow. I suddenly can't breathe, because it seems like there's more bad news coming.“Where's she…is she…” the words barely leave my throat. Something heavy, together with my heart drops to my stomach at the thought of the other shoe that might drop.“She's in a critical condition. That's all I know,” Janelle proceeds. Critical condition isn't anything good, but it's better than….than the worst scenarios my head had cooked. I have never been this scared. I regain my breath after a few seconds. My heart coming back to my chest.“Which hospital?” I ask,
DEMI I glance at Aiden, and I'm not sure he understands what's going on, and then at Fabianna, whom I underestimated her dislike for Janelle, and now my mother, and it doesn't take a genius to know just how furious she is at Janelle. I even forgot about the presence of the two real
GAVINI think I made a mistake. My mistake was staying quiet for so long. But again, gathering more evidence against Janelle was also part of the plan. Reagan and I have been up to something. We wanted full proof for everything Janelle did and what she's been up to.We couldn't attack without a pla
DEMIA little headsup would have been nice. This is not the kind of surprise one expects from their boyfriend. I frown after the words leave Gavin's lips.“I was going to tell you. But I didn't want to have you worked up,” says Gavin. A soft laugh escapes my lips. “You were going to tell me? This
DEMIThe timing is just perfect. She must have headed straight to the media after she stormed out of the hotel room. I want to ask what Gavin was thinking, taking her to a hotel room, but then I remember why. Janelle was responsible for the fire at my store. This is literally war. An eye for an eye







