Brielle was pacing restlessly around her apartment, nerves on edge. Despite the gnawing worry, she didn't know any of Dustin's friends well enough to call and check on him. All she could do was fret.
In the dead of night, a nightmare jolted her awake, leaving her chest tight and heavy. She shuffled to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of warm water, hoping it would soothe the unease gnawing at her heart. But just as she took a sip, her phone rang.
Thinking it might be Dustin, she quickly answered.
But it wasn't Dustin. It was Kenzo Barnes, who had been MIA for days.
"Hey, Brielle? *cough* *cough*"
Kenzo's voice was raspy, punctuated by a bout of harsh coughing.
"Kenzo, where are you?"
"Home."
"Are you sick?"
But all she got in response was more coughing and then the unmistakable sound of a phone hitting the floor.
Brielle's heart sank. "Kenzo?" she called out, but there was no reply.
Grabbing her keys, she dashed to her car, determined to check on Kenzo. Being a celebrity, his address wasn't exactly a secret.
What she didn't expect was to find Kenzo staggering along the roadside before she even reached his place.
"Kenzo?"
She pulled over and saw him clutching his shoulder, looking pale as a ghost. A few men were chasing him, and without thinking twice, she flung the car door open.
Kenzo collapsed inside, his eyes shut, his voice hoarse. "What are you doing here?"
Brielle didn't waste any time. She pulled out her phone to call Max, but Kenzo's bloodstained hand stopped her.
"Don't tell anyone."
In the dim car light, Brielle could see blood spreading across his clothes. "Should we go to a hospital?"
"No hospitals."
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