Chapter 1

The shrill ringing of my phone wakes me. I pry open one eye and glare at the offender. I don’t recognize the number, and considering it’s in the middle of the goddamn night, there’s no way I’m answering.

“Who the fuck calls at two in the morning?” I growl as I silence the ring. Then I mute the sounds—but make sure the alarm will still go off when I need it—and toss the phone on the bedside table, making it skitter across the surface for a few inches. An annoyed huff escapes me. I pull the cover over my head and close my eyes.

“Sleep, Alex,” I mutter.

It takes only a few seconds before an intense buzzing noise, sounding more like a drill than a vibrating phone, penetrates my blanket cocoon. My face contorts into a grimace and I slap my wrist over my ear in the hopes of keeping out the goddamned racket. Eventually the vibrating stops.

Only to start right up again.

“What the actual fuck?” I throw off the blanket and swing my legs over the side of the bed before grabbing the phone and accepting the call.

“Yes?” I bark.

“Alexander Reed?”

“Speaking. Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is David Hayes.”

Hayes? Did he say Hayes?

“Samuel’s brother?”

“Samuel’s brother.”

We speak at the exact same time.

“Yes,” he confirms.

Well, shit. I shoot off the bed as if my ass is on fire and start pacing back and forth between the window and the attached bathroom, my naked feet silent on the thick carpet. Adrenaline floods my system, and I’m on high alert, making me feel like I want to crouch and look for approaching dangers.

He’s breathing on the other end, so I know he’s there, even though neither of us says anything. I don’t because I’m afraid to ask why he’s calling—it can’t be good news—but I have no idea why he doesn’t open his mouth and spill.

I stop by the window and stare into the pitch-black night. Not even the moon is out.

Is that a sign?

Where the hell did that come from? I don’t believe in signs.

I scratch my beard. Rub my neck. Inhale. “What do you want? Why are you calling? And do you know what fucking time it is?”

“I know. I’m sorry but I wouldn’t have called unless it was necessary.” He sounds nothing like his brother; his voice is full of confidence and authority, while Sammy…Sammy is soft-spoken and careful with his words. And he never ever raises his voice.

Except for that one time…

Get out. Go. Leave me the fuck alone, I don’t want to see you again.

I still don’t know what shocked me the most—his yelling, the cuss word, or what he was actually saying. I didn’t understand what he meant until much later when he refused to answer his phone or open his door. After sitting outside his apartment for an entire night, I finally got it

Sammy had broken up with me. The realization hit me as a red-hot metal rod rammed through my heart and I’ve spent the following months since existing in a numb state, still having a tough time believing it. Probably because I never found out why. What I did wrong.

The memory makes it hard to breathe, and I rub my chest with my knuckles. Fuck.

“…can you do that? Please?”

David’s voice pulls me back to the present. “Huh? Sorry, got lost in thought. Can you repeat that?”

“I said Samuel is in the hospital. I need you to come. Heneeds you to come. Can you come, please?”

My world screeches to a halt and I swear my heart stops beating for several seconds.

My Sammy? In the hospital?

“What’s wrong with him?”

David sighs. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it when you get here.”

“Is he all right?”

“He will be.”

His assurance calms me. Somewhat. “He doesn’t want me there.” I have to force out the words and they taste bitter in my mouth. Poisonous.

“He does.” David sounds as sure as ever. Obviously, he has no idea what he’s talking about.

“You wouldn’t say that if you’d heard what he screamed at me.”

“He told me. But trust me, he wants you here.”

“Why should I trust you over his own words? We’ve never spoken before.” Sammy rarely talked about his family. Every time the topic of his mother came up, he grew stiff and closed off and his lower lip would tremble. There’s a story there, but I never got to know it. He was more open about his brother but reluctant to introduce us even after two years together. The fact that David traveled a lot on the job and was hardly ever around made it easy.