Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Addie tapped her hand. Her sister looked up at her. “Are you okay? Did Butch say something to upset you?”
Shoot. Her voice was basically non-existent at this stage, and Monroe gave her a worried look. “You need to stop talking or you’re going to lose your voice altogether.”
Yep, she knew that, but she was worried about her sister.
“Don’t worry about what Butch said. He was just speaking the truth. I’ve got to start taking responsibility for the things that I do.”
Is that what he’d actually said? It didn’t seem fair. Sure, she might have married a man that she barely knew, and then tried to track him down in a series of bars, but she hadn’t asked for any of this to happen.
“Don’t worry so much, babes.” Monroe patted her hand. “We’re just going to go home and go back to our normal lives, right?”
Right. Except it didn’t feel like something she wanted anymore, which was strange, since Addie liked the routine of living in the same place, eating the same food, and doing the same things day after day.
Somehow, what had once felt comfortable now felt almost boring.
Weird.
Dotty turned away from her laptop. “There seems to be some weather issues at the other end. I think maybe I should try and see if we can get home via a different route.”
Monroe frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We could fly into Los Angeles and drive home,” Dotty suggested.
Addie shrugged and nodded and Dotty started tapping on her laptop again.
How long had they been waiting now? Probably only about twenty or thirty minutes, but it felt like forever. She didn’t really like flying, because it felt like they were sitting ducks out here.
Should she have messaged Cash and told him about the delay? But what could he do without a ticket? He couldn’t get back here. Maybe Dotty should have bought a ticket for one of them, so they could sit here until they got on the plane with them.
Urgh. She was worrying about nothing.
Then she glanced up and saw them, a group of four men coming towards them.
Immediately, she knew that they were bad news. Panic held her immobile for a few seconds.
Snap out of it, Addie.
She was so tired of being like this. And right now, her sisters, neither of whom had noticed these men, needed her.
“They’re here. We have to go.” She forced herself to speak as loudly as she could. Her voice cracking, her throat burning in protest.
Getting to her feet, she grabbed both of their hands and tugged.
“Addie, what are you doing?’“ Dotty said, looking up at her. Addie pointed at the men who were nearly upon them. Dotty’s eyes widened, and she grabbed her laptop, snapping it shut before standing.
“Go. Run!” Dotty cried.
“What’s going on? Why are we moving?” Monroe asked as Addie tugged her up.
“Those men!” Addie cried before she started to cough.
How did her sister not sense the danger? Perhaps this is part of the reason why she’d ended up married to a man who obviously wasn’t a very good guy.
“Quick, head into the women’s toilets,” Dotty said as she dragged them along. There was a line, but they pushed their way forward, ignoring the other women who protested.
“Sorry,” Addie said. “Being chased.”
“We’re being chased!” Monroe cried. “Oh my God! What is happening?”
“Who’s chasing you?” a dark-haired woman asked with a frown.
“Four men,” Dotty said, breathing heavily, as she stopped to pull out her phone. “I need to call the police.”
“Hey! You can’t come in here.”
Addie turned to see the men standing at the entrance to the bathroom. Several women were blocking their way, but they pushed at them, causing one of them to fall back onto her bottom.
She yelled, and somebody else pulled out their phone.
“Oh God, Oh God,” Monroe said. “They’re here for us.”
Addie screamed as one of them got through the crowd of women. They were so close. To her shock, one woman clobbered him on the head with her handbag and he turned toward her.
“Monroe, Addie, get into a stall now. Lock the door,” Dotty said.
Addie grabbed Monroe, and was about to shove her into an empty stall just as they heard a commotion at the door.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a man yelled. “Why is my wife calling me to say you’re harassing her?”
One of the women in the line must have called her husband, and when he stepped into the bathroom, Addie could see how big he was. He was built like a wrestler, and he was angry too.
But it was four men against one.
“Security!” someone yelled out. “What’s going on in there?”
“There are several men in here attacking us,” one of the women yelled back as Addie stood in front of Monroe, trying to protect her.
“Addie, get behind me,” Monroe said.
She stayed where she was. It was doubtful that she was the target. It had to be Monroe.