All Chapters of Engagement Party From Hell: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Sitting in the hospital waiting room felt like I was doing a life sentence.Doctors, nurses, and enraged patients scattered the halls like patrons of a chaotic high school.Telephones, intercoms, and room lights rang and chimed, but it was all a blur to me. Every voice I heard, every question I was asked, it all sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown.Womp. Womp. Womp.I was too worried that Monty wouldn’t make it out of surgery to pay attention to anything. Not even Detective Morris and his lapdog asking me fifty million questions.“What’s your relation to Montclair? Are you two married, friends with benefits? Or just hanging out?”“I’ve known him since college. We’re good friends,” I replied numbly.“Does he have any enemies, or do you have any enemies that would have done this?”“I know who shot him.”Detective Morris looked surprised by my answer; like he expected me to lie or make him jump through hoops to pull the truth out of me.Remembering how he reacted when he found ou

The first time I ever made a move on Brielle was after a late night study hall in college.A few of us huddled in the library to debate a topic from an earlier class, and she just so happened to be one of the few.I thought she was the sexiest girl at U.C. and even though Draya and I fooled around a few times, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Brielle.Her smile was infectious, and her energy was light and bubbly, which, ironically, made it easier for me to focus on the assignment I hated to be tied up on that night. I would’ve had more fun club hopping and drinking with the guys, but because of her, I was content.By the end of study hall, I was hungry as hell and not ready to go home, so I invited her to a pizzeria not too far from campus.She was skeptical at first—I think Monty was waiting for her to get back to her dorm, but I had other plans for her that night.“What’s your major exactly?” I asked. “I know your dad is the big dawg in Chicago, so how does he want you to live up to his