Free Paris (Entangle Me Book 4) by Maggie Way Page B

It’s only a quarter past ten. That was quick, it hasn’t even been thirty minutes since we said goodbye.
    “Yeah the show starts at eleven so you have lots of time.”
    “Awesome, I’ll see you…hey what you are doing?”
    All of a sudden I hear a muffling of the receiver, and I hear Tristan mumbling something indistinct in the background. Then I hear someone breathing heavily into the phone.
    “Can you ever fucking leave us alone?”
    The color drains from my face at the sound of Victoria’s voice.
    “I…I…”
    “Hey, what are you doing? Give the phone back to me.” I hear Tristan walk back towards the phone, it sounds like he’s charging towards it.
    “NOOOOOO! If this is the only way to get your attention, then so be it. And you , Miss Laney . He’s mine! Alright? Do you hear that, you fucking whore…” She directs so much vitriol at me. She hates me so much she can’t call me by my name.
    “Give the phone—”
    All of a sudden, I hear a glass smash on the floor and my eyes widen, now alert.
    “Youuuuu are not going anywhere Tristan, we still have lots to discuss tonight,” she says, panting. Is she drunk?
    “What the fuck are you talking about? You are creeping me out, you psycho.”
    “I swear I could hold you hostage. Don’t think I won’t, because I will. I will, I will, I will!” She shouts, her voice hostile.
    Tristan laughs derisively. “Come on, lay off the meds alright? You’ve had a bit to drink. I’m going to leave—”
    “YOU DARE TO LAUGH AT ME? AT ME?” She shrieks, and I blink furiously at everything that’s unfolding. It’s all so rapid and sudden.
    “What are you going to do? Hold me hostage?” Tristan laughs some more and my stomach churns anxiously, he’s seriously making a mistake doing that. He’s only provoking her.
    Then she breathes into the phone, seething loudly. “DID YOU HEAR THAT LANEY? That’s exactly what I’m going to do. You’re not seeing him tonight sweetheart. Get that through your stupid thick head. He ain’t going anywhere.”
    And with that she hangs up, and I can only hold the phone in my trembling hands.
    Tristan is in danger, and I have to go and help him.

CHAPTER TEN
     
    “Oh my god,” I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. It takes me a moment to realise that I’ve been holding my breath in for way too long.
“What’s wrong?” Gabe takes another sip.
    “We have to leave now! Tristan’s in some sort of weird hostage situation. I’ll explain in the cab.”
    Gabe frowns, looking baffled. “What do you mean hostage situation? He’s a big guy, he can take care of himself.”
    I stand up, grabbing my clutch with shaking hands. “I know, but we have to go and see if we can help him out. We don’t have much time!”
    Still looking befuddled, he gets up and follows me out of the bar without a further word.  Pushing the door, I look frantically for the nearest cab rank and after briskly walking down the street I hail a cab, we get into the back and I hurriedly take out my phone to find the text message Tristan sent me.
    “Take us to… Résidence Jupiter …” I whisper, my voice frail. I can’t think right now. My thoughts are all muddled at the thought of Tristan in danger. It’s ridiculous. Of course he can take care of himself, but something deep in my gut tells me that there’s more to this than I initially thought. He has to be okay, he has to be okay…oh god please let him be okay. I’m finding it hard to breathe at the thought of him being seriously hurt.
    “It’s a twenty-minute drive from here. Hopefully we can get there faster since it’s night time.” Gabe sits forward to talk to the cab driver and raises his voice. “Take us to Résidence Jupiter , quickly please!”
    The car starts driving and I grab Gabe’s hand tightly. “What would I do without you?”
    He smiles at me softly. “It’ll be okay sweetie. He will be fine; she wouldn’t do anything drastic.”
    I lean into his shoulder. “I