Page 114 of Other Woman Drama


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“Cops already have her in custody,” Chevy said. “She’s not going to be going anywhere any time soon. She was stupid enough to have a damn dash cam of it all. Apollo is already working on getting that to the police in a way it can be admissible in court.”

“Fuckin’ awesome,” I mumbled. “What all is wrong with me?”

“Nothing broken, thank God,” he said. “Bruising around your head and neck. Some burn marks from the muffler hitting your back. Glad you had your cut on. It’s toast, though.”

A new cut was better than a fucked up back from burns.

“What else?”

“Nothing. You were goddamn lucky. Though you were in surgery because they had to, uh, reattach something.”

My brows rose.

“What?”

He pointed at his ear.

My mouth fell open. “My ear’s fuckin’ gone?’

“Not gone.” Silver looked up, her eyes slightly heavy with fatigue. “You’ll just have a funky new scar where it was sewn back on. They thought it was worse than it was, which was why these douchebags weren’t updating us.”

“It wasn’t my idea not to tell you anything. I was called in to put him under sedation. It was the rest of them listening to the goddamn rookie paramedic talking about how bad it was that you should blame.” Chevy grinned.

Silver’s watery eyes came to me and she said, “I’m so glad that you’re okay.”

I squeezed her hand that I hadn’t realized I was holding until now. “I’m sorry you had such a shitty day.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Eedie sat up and rubbed at her eyes. “She yelled at a congressman in the middle of the airport and literally told the world that she was going to put him in an early grave and make sure that Apollo beat him out of office before she did.”

Silver winced. “He made me mad.”

I chuckled and turned my head, wincing when my ear screamed.

“Always have my back, don’t you, baby?”

She leaned forward fiercely and said, “Always.”

Twenty-Seven

Did you know that Yoda has a last name? It’s Layheehoo.

—Silver to Webber

SILVER

I was once again back on a plane heading to Hawaii, but this time it was with the man of my dreams at my side.

“How likely do you think it is that our flight attendant would turn a blind eye to us going into that bathroom and earning our mile high card?”

I looked at my husband—and yes, he was my husband, even if we were about to fly to Hawaii and re-tie the knot on the beach.

No one knew we’d gotten married at the courthouse.

Well, no one but Eedie and Hai.

The rest of them thought they were witnessing our nuptials for the first time tomorrow.

I smiled as we took the next step that would lead us onto the plane from the gangway.