wasn’t something I had any interest in. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t think I would ever trust another guy again. Like ever.
“It’s just dinner, Teegs,” Liam reminded me, all humor gone from his expression. “As in two friends sharing a meal and paying separately afterwards.”
“Right,” I muttered, feeling like an overreacting tool. “Well, then I’ll definitely go for dinner with you…”
The front door of the flat flew inwards and slammed against the wall.
“I can’t believe it!” Hope practically screamed as she appeared in the doorway, with her phone pressed to her chest. Her eyes landed on me and widened.
“Teagan,” she blurted out, rushing towards me. “Logan’s on the phone. He says that Noah has been involved some sort of incident at the prison again–”
“Don’t,” I warned her, waving my hand in front of my face. “I can’t hear about him, Hope. Okay?” One year had passed by since I left the Hill and I was struggling to block it all out; all my thoughts, my memories of him, my guilt for the way his life had turned out. I was getting there. I was rebuilding my life, a life that didn’t include Noah Messina. But I couldn’t handle another sentence with his name in it. I wasn’t strong enough. “Just leave me out of your family business.”
“Dammit, Teagan,” Hope huffed, as she padded through the flat towards me before thrusting her iPhone into my hand. “You need to hear this.”
“I can’t,” I warned her, clenching my eyes shut. It was too painful and I was feeling weak.
“What’s going on?” I heard Liam ask, but his question went unanswered.
“Talk to Logan,” Hope demanded. “For the love of god, Noah was stabbed, woman.”
“What?” I deadpanned.
Dread devoured me.
Fear claimed my heart.
With trembling hands, I dragged the phone to my ear. “Is he alive?” I heard myself ask in a voice so shrill that it didn’t sound like mine. “Logan,” I heard myself scream louder. “Is he alive?”
Please god, let him be okay…
Please, god, please…
“Yes.”
That was the most perfect ‘yes’ I had ever heard.
“What happened?” I found myself asking. My legs gave out beneath me and I fell to the floor in relief, cradling the phone to my ear.
“Teagan?” Liam dropped to the ground, attempting to comfort me, but I pushed him away.
I couldn’t have him near me right now.
“Liam, go,” I heard Hope warn him. “She’ll call you later.”
I didn’t listen to their exchange or check to see if Liam had in fact left. I was too busy having my life ripped out from underneath me. “He got into it with Angelo Javi in the yard the other day,” Logan announced, getting straight to the point. “The fucker and his posse waited for Noah and jumped when he was showering later that day, nicked him twice in the side with a blade.”
“Angelo Javi? As in…”
“Gerome Javi’s brother,” Logan said, confirming my worst fears.
“Oh my god.” A tsunami of emotions burst through me, overwhelming me, attempting to strip away my sanity. “Where is he now?”
“He was sent to the hospital, got stitches and what not.” I heard Logan sigh. “They sent him back there, Teagan.”
“Can they do that?” I demanded, frantic. Climbing to my feet, I began to pace the flat. “It’s not safe. Jesus Christ, they can’t fucking send him back in there!”
“They can and they have,” Logan replied, “It’s a joke.”
“What can I do?” I heard myself ask.
“Write him a damn letter for starters,” Logan shot back. “And if it’s not too much trouble, maybe you could get on a plane and come see the guy.”
I cringed when I heard the venom in his tone.
Logan wasn’t an aggressive person and we were friends; or so I had thought.
Not anymore apparently.
“He’s going through hell inside, Teagan,” Logan added. “And you checked out on him. Imagine how he feels.”
“Logan, he cheated on me,” I cried out in defense. “He
“It’s just dinner, Teegs,” Liam reminded me, all humor gone from his expression. “As in two friends sharing a meal and paying separately afterwards.”
“Right,” I muttered, feeling like an overreacting tool. “Well, then I’ll definitely go for dinner with you…”
The front door of the flat flew inwards and slammed against the wall.
“I can’t believe it!” Hope practically screamed as she appeared in the doorway, with her phone pressed to her chest. Her eyes landed on me and widened.
“Teagan,” she blurted out, rushing towards me. “Logan’s on the phone. He says that Noah has been involved some sort of incident at the prison again–”
“Don’t,” I warned her, waving my hand in front of my face. “I can’t hear about him, Hope. Okay?” One year had passed by since I left the Hill and I was struggling to block it all out; all my thoughts, my memories of him, my guilt for the way his life had turned out. I was getting there. I was rebuilding my life, a life that didn’t include Noah Messina. But I couldn’t handle another sentence with his name in it. I wasn’t strong enough. “Just leave me out of your family business.”
“Dammit, Teagan,” Hope huffed, as she padded through the flat towards me before thrusting her iPhone into my hand. “You need to hear this.”
“I can’t,” I warned her, clenching my eyes shut. It was too painful and I was feeling weak.
“What’s going on?” I heard Liam ask, but his question went unanswered.
“Talk to Logan,” Hope demanded. “For the love of god, Noah was stabbed, woman.”
“What?” I deadpanned.
Dread devoured me.
Fear claimed my heart.
With trembling hands, I dragged the phone to my ear. “Is he alive?” I heard myself ask in a voice so shrill that it didn’t sound like mine. “Logan,” I heard myself scream louder. “Is he alive?”
Please god, let him be okay…
Please, god, please…
“Yes.”
That was the most perfect ‘yes’ I had ever heard.
“What happened?” I found myself asking. My legs gave out beneath me and I fell to the floor in relief, cradling the phone to my ear.
“Teagan?” Liam dropped to the ground, attempting to comfort me, but I pushed him away.
I couldn’t have him near me right now.
“Liam, go,” I heard Hope warn him. “She’ll call you later.”
I didn’t listen to their exchange or check to see if Liam had in fact left. I was too busy having my life ripped out from underneath me. “He got into it with Angelo Javi in the yard the other day,” Logan announced, getting straight to the point. “The fucker and his posse waited for Noah and jumped when he was showering later that day, nicked him twice in the side with a blade.”
“Angelo Javi? As in…”
“Gerome Javi’s brother,” Logan said, confirming my worst fears.
“Oh my god.” A tsunami of emotions burst through me, overwhelming me, attempting to strip away my sanity. “Where is he now?”
“He was sent to the hospital, got stitches and what not.” I heard Logan sigh. “They sent him back there, Teagan.”
“Can they do that?” I demanded, frantic. Climbing to my feet, I began to pace the flat. “It’s not safe. Jesus Christ, they can’t fucking send him back in there!”
“They can and they have,” Logan replied, “It’s a joke.”
“What can I do?” I heard myself ask.
“Write him a damn letter for starters,” Logan shot back. “And if it’s not too much trouble, maybe you could get on a plane and come see the guy.”
I cringed when I heard the venom in his tone.
Logan wasn’t an aggressive person and we were friends; or so I had thought.
Not anymore apparently.
“He’s going through hell inside, Teagan,” Logan added. “And you checked out on him. Imagine how he feels.”
“Logan, he cheated on me,” I cried out in defense. “He
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