Go to Gib
“Easton, is everything OK?” Cal moved his car a little towards the right side of the road as a white truck sped past.
He frowned.
There was absolutely no reason a truck as big as that should be going at such speed.
Easton laughed over the other end of the phone, “You tell me, Cal. Is everything OK?”
Cal glanced at the phone, suddenly feeling something was off.
Easton never spoke to him like this.
He did not know what the man was on about, but he felt like they were about to have their first fight as friends.
But he did not want that.
“Can I come see you later? Maybe at the country club. I have to be somewhere.” he said, and Easton laughed again.
He laughed in a way that gave him chills.
“To do more RIGHT things?”
“Is everything OK with you?” Cal could not hold back his irritation anymore.
It seemed like these people were lined up to ruin his mood this morning, and after such a good night. “Have you been drinking?”
“I told you I would take care of it.”
“What?”
“I never believed you could do this to me, or your goddaughter. Did you not even think for one second how Cassie would feel about all this?”
“What the hell are you on about?” Cal lashed out.
What was wrong with everyone today? Had he woken up in some type of alternate universe?
“You sold my child out.” Easton growled back. And then he let out that laugh again. “Don’t worry. I will be good to Nova. She was Cassie’s daughter after all.”
And then the call disconnected.
Cal froze, confused.
What the hell was Easton talking about?
But his panic about Nova’s safety made him unable to concentrate long enough to work out the problem.
He picked his phone up and quickly dialed Myra’s number even though he smelled danger in the very air.
Her phone was out of reach, and so he sent a voice note, speaking as quickly as she could.
“Myra, keep Nova away from the Erringtons,” and as soon as he said those words he noticed the truck that had driven past him a few minutes ago, speeding back towards him from a distance.
He suddenly realized what was going on, and that he was now staring death in the face.
He dropped the phone on his lap, and tried to reverse, but when he glanced in the side mirror, he saw a similar truck speeding up towards him from behind.
He laughed bitterly, even though his insides knotted in fear, and he was still confused.
But he was sure of one thing: he wanted the two people he loved the most in the world to be together.
“Myra, you are in charge of Nova Dankworth. Go to Gib,” he shouted towards the phone on his lap.
The trucks were close now, and he knew that he had lost.
He would be unable to swerve his car out on time and if he tried to jump out of his car they would crush him easily.
“Go to Gib,” he repeated even as the truck horns were on full blast now, and he could barely hear his own voice. “I should have said this earlier, but I Love Y..” And the sound of metal crushing into metal cut his voice off.
When Myra appeared in front of the complex, the sun was up and bright.
The whole place seemed more different than when she had left, less serene, and journalists were lurking outside the complex gate.
Security personnel who she had previously known were present but had never seen manning the gates, were outside now.
Her chauffeur rolled down the window now as one of the security men walked up to her.
He peeked into the car, winked and waved to the driver to continue.
Myra blushed, wondering how he recognized her on site among the hundreds of people who lived here.
Everyone must really be talking about her then.
And she could already see how it would be much worse over the next couple of days.
She hurried up to her apartment and changed into jeans and a long-sleeve wrap crop top.
She still had to maintain the persona she had built here, although she was going to her parents' mansion.
She parked outside when she arrived and as she walked up to the porch, she wondered whether her parents did not feel lonely from having to live in this huge house alone with just one housekeeper.
Even their cleaning and cooking were contracted out because her father did not like strangers in his home.
"One can only wonder why," she muttered sarcasitcally under her breath. Because people would see the respectable police chief was a shitty husband to his wife?
She met her mother at the door, and they both stepped back in surprise before her mother said,
“Myra.” and stretched her arms out to hug her.
Myra stared at her for a few seconds before she went into her arms.
She stood stiffly, unable to bring herself to hug her own mother.
She finally stepped back.
“Have you been sleeping at all, my precious?”
“Mhmm Hmm.” She responded, without opening her lips.
She would be unable to do what she came here for if she started a quarrel, even though the sound of her mother calling her my precious made her want to lash out.
When had she ever treated her like she was precious to her?
Orson was her precious, and after he died, she did not care one bit about her anymore.
She lived for her husband now and Myra was merely an afterthought.
More like an after, afterthought, because her multimillion-dollar company came next.
“I thought to visit with you.” She said, lying blank-faced. “But you are heading out?”
“Oh. I need to have brunch with some directors.” Her mother reached out and touched her arm. I won’t be long.”
“OK.” She shrugged like she was a teenager again, a teenager who did not care that her parents led busy lives and did not care about her.
“Will you come with me? You should let them see you more often if you are going to be their boss one day.” She saw worry creep into her mother’s eyes.
“I don’t plan to,” She said quickly as she began to walk past her into the house. “And I can’t be seen out with you while still on Dad’s mission.”
She did not wait to hear her mother’s response before she went into the living room.
“Claudia went out to shop. She will be home around noon. I should be back before then.” Her mother raised her voice so she could hear her.
“Ok mom,” she said, and closed the heavy front doors.
She stood in the living room and waited till she heard a car start up and then drive away.
She went to the window, and watched the car disappear out of sight before she turned and ran up the stairs to her father’s study.