Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Read Online Free Page B

worry.”
    Tears welled in my eyes, and I leaned against the nearest building, afraid that I would collapse. “What are you saying?” I asked.
    “She’s…She’s dying.”
    It didn’t matter that I had a building to lean against. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the sidewalk.
    “I’m on my way,” I said, and the phone fell from my hand. My head dropped into my knees. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the burning emotion rushing up my throat, but there was no use. It was stronger than me. Sobs wracked my body, and I wasted fifteen minutes crying outside a Duane Reade.
    I finally was able to get myself together and rushed home. Sebastian was already there when I came running in. He took one look at me, and he knew. “We have to go,” I managed.
    He picked up the phone, and made a call. Everything was a blur. This could not be happening. We were so close to getting the money we needed. My heart pounded in my ears so hard, it was all I could hear. I needed to get my shit together. Zoey needed me, and I would not let her down. I had to fix this and I had to do it now.
    “There’s nothing you can do?” I heard Sebastian say. “Okay. I guess that’ll do. I appreciate it.” Sebastian hung up the phone and grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.”
    “Where are we going?” I asked. We didn’t have a car. It was the first thing we sold when we got to New York. We used it to pay for our first month’s rent.
    “My boss is getting us a car so we can drive home. I tried to get his private jet, but his daughter has it down in St Barts.”
    I was a fucking wreck. Everything was a blur as I threw a bag together waiting for the car to arrive. Thank God Sebastian was able to keep it together for both of us.
    We got in the car a short while later, Sebastian taking the driver seat and me hopping in the passenger. We drove all night. Not even stopping to switch seats or take a piss.
    It was early morning by the time we arrived at the hospital. Both of us ran in. I was still in my gym clothes from the day before, and Sebastian was still in his thrift store suit, but neither of us cared. We needed to get to Zoey.
    We rounded the corner, and spotted my Dad with his head against the wall. He was only a few feet away, but getting to him felt like the longest trek ever. He turned as we approached, his dark eyes filled with anguish and grief as tears streamed down his face. In that moment, I knew.
    “You’re too late,” he said, before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs.
    It felt as if the world stopped spinning. It was like having a carpet ripped out from under you. Your body thrown up in the air, suspended above the ground, floating momentarily before crashing down with a thud.
    I felt Sebastian’s hand on my shoulder, felt him pull me in for a hug, but it was like I wasn’t there. I knew he was trying to console me as well as himself, but it didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be. How could someone so full of life… die? It just didn’t seem right.
    I didn’t hug Sebastian back. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to acknowledge what was happening. Once I did, it would be real and I refused to believe it. I stepped out of his embrace, and went toward the room Dad stood outside of. Zoey was in there. She was in there, and she was alive. I’d walk in, she’d yell “Psyche!”, and then I’d smack her with a pillow and yell at her to never do that to me again.
    “Knox, don’t!” A hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me away. I glanced down at it, and up to my mother. “She tried to hold on. She wanted to say goodbye,” Mom’s words cracked, and tears streamed down her already stained cheeks.
    I yanked my hand out of her grip, and stepped into the room. “Zoey!” I said. She was lying in bed, and just had her eyes closed. She wasn’t dead. They had no idea what they were talking about. I went to her side. “Zoey, I made it. I’m here. Why are you scaring us like that?” I asked, taking her hand in mine and