Page 70 of Lie with Me
“It’s fine.” I pull on Kayne’s arms. “It’s fine!”
Kayne drops the gun with trepidation but lets Philly inside.
“Go with him, Tara. You know where to find your free pussy,”
Nino says lastly.
Then, click.
I nearly hyperventilate as the line goes dead.
“What did he mean? Where’s CJ?” Jett asks forcefully.
I look at Philly, and he nods.
“At a club called Clip.”
“Where is it?”
“Hell’s Kitchen,” Philly answers. “There’s a room on the second floor. Behind his office. You’ll find him there.”
Kayne slams Philly against the wall and raises the gun to his head. “If we go there and you’re lying, I have a bullet with your name on it.”
“I’m not lying.” Philly squeezes his eyes shut. He’s so anti-violence it isn’t funny. I hate seeing him caught in the middle of all this.
My heart is pounding so hard it feels like a swarm of bees is circling in my chest.
Kayne drops the gun, and Philly nearly drops dead.
“Let’s go, Tara,” he says, shaken up.
“Go? You think we’re letting her go anywhere with you?” Kayne sneers. “We’ll go get Juice, and then we’ll handle the idiot on the phone.”
“We have to go! If I don’t have Tara outside in five minutes, he’s going to burn my entire apartment building to the ground. Families live there!”
“You actually believe he’d do that?” Jett asks calmly as if he’s talking to a suicidal mental patient.
Philly turns his head and looks directly at Jett. “My brother has always been unstable, and he’s getting worse by the day. Iwouldn’t put anything past him anymore.”
Jett gazes at Kayne with stern aqua eyes. “Let her go.”
“Are you fucking nuts!?!” Kayne takes a step toward Jett.
“Where are you taking her?” Jett goes on, not fazed by Kayne at all.
“I don’t know! We’re just supposed to be outside, now!”
“Wonderful.” Kayne grabs a fistful of hair.
All this fucking chitchat is making me nuts.
“I’ll go! Please, let’s just stop talking! CJ is out there, and God knows what Nino has done to him!”
Three pairs of eyes focus on me as if they’re just remembering I’m in the room. I slip on a pair of sneakers without socks and grab my coat.
“Tara,” Kayne protests.
“I’m with Philly. I’ll be fine,” I try to reassure him.
