All Chapters of Wet Nights : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Bishop's POVThe bright lights of the hallway felt colder than ever. I stood just outside the operating room, arms crossed tightly against my bare chest, now covered in dried sweat and bloodstains. My jaw was clenched, and my foot tapped uncontrollably against the polished hospital floor. Every tick of the clock felt like hours.Then finally, the door to the theatre opened.The doctor stepped out, pulling off his gloves. His expression was calm but serious.I straightened up instantly. "How's Shemika?" I blurted, already rushing towards him."She's stable," the doctor said.I exhaled hard, a weight falling off my shoulders. "Thank God," I muttered, my hand running down my face."She lost a lot of blood," the doctor continued. "But we managed to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. She should regain consciousness any moment now."I nodded, trying to process it all, but the doctor wasn't done."There's one more thing," he added. "You need to monitor her closely. She nearly lost the baby

Lexi's POV Synn and I did all the necessary things we needed to do that night-we dressed up and of course prepared for what seemed like a long night.We both dressed in black-hoods, sneakers, and light jackets. Not too flashy, not too suspicious. I tightened my laces while Synn checked her phone one last time. Neither of us spoke much. The plan was already set."Are we sure about this?" Synn asked just as we were about to step out of my room.I nodded shortly, "We don't have to be. Let's just do it." I responded calmly. I might be acting like I was the strongest now, but deep down, I was scared, I was terrified. I needed someone to grab my shoulders and tell me, 'We are gonna be alright.'Synn nodded her head sharply, inhaled loudly, and with enough energy, she yanked my door open and we both stepped out like ordinary people leaving the penthouse and heading to the club to go and perform just like every other night.We made our way to the club, quietly blending into the evening crowd

Lexi's POV ***One Week later*** It's been over a week now and I hadn't left my room. No sunlight. No noise. No fresh air. Just the endless silence pressing against the walls of my mind. The curtains stayed closed, and the lightbulb had gone out two nights ago-I didn't even bother changing it. My clothes, the same ones I wore the day Synn died, still clung to my skin, now wrinkled and stained. I hadn't showered. I hadn't eaten. Not even a sip of water. I couldn't. My stomach turned at the thought of food. My body ached from lying in bed too long, but still-I didn't move. Synn was dead. And Shemika? Shemika was still missing. Or worse, I thought bitterly. Maybe she's gone too. The image of Synn's lifeless body being dragged across the floor haunted me every time I shut my eyes. It played in my head on repeat-Synn's blood, her wide-open eyes, the coldness of it all. The sound of those gunshots still echoed in my skull. Every night, I cried until I had no tears left. And now, I j

Lexi's POVAnd I didn't know what to say.Bishop's tone was too calm, and I suspected something was wrong, I suspected he was up to something-something of no good.My throat tightened and my eyes started to dart around the room briefly before I looked at him again. My lips parted slightly, and the words tumbled out in a barely steady breath."T-Today," I stammered. "I'll be resuming full-time today."I didn't even know when or how I managed to say this, but I said it anyway.Bishop didn't reply immediately. He just watched me, unreadable. Then, with a subtle nod and the flick of his wrist, he waved me off."You can leave," he mumbled dismissively.I didn't think about wasting any more second, I stood up instantly, my body stiff like a soldier. I turned toward the door, relief slowly beginning to crawl into my chest."I'm finally walking out of this office." I thought.But just as my hand reached for the doorknob, my name suddenly rang behind my ears."Lexi." Bishop called out smoothly

Shemika's POVHe called my name again, louder this time around, but I continued to run.My heart pounded in my chest as I slipped through a side door and into the dimly lit back storage area. I had no plan-just an overwhelming need to feel in control of something again.Seconds later, Bishop stormed in, his eyes wild.I was standing at the far end of the room, breathing hard. He locked eyes with me.He didn't shout. Didn't curse.He just walked toward me slowly, like a storm gathering in silence.He reached me, and with one swift move, pressed me gently but firmly against the cold wall. His hands were on either side of my head."You have to stop doing this," he said, his voice low, intense. "Stop trying to run from me."I stared at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly."Then make me," I whispered, my lips curling into a sly smile.Bishop's eyes widened slightly. "What?"But I didn't answer with words.I grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him toward me, our mouths crashing