Desperately Devastated (Addicted To You, Book Nine)

by Lucy Covington

  We both fell silent for awhile, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it was just about the most comfortable I’d ever felt in my entire life.

  “You can always tell me anything,” she said, out of nowhere. “I hope you know that, Justin.”

  I wasn’t sure why she’d said that, but suddenly it hit me like a fist in the stomach.

  There was so much I hadn’t told her and now it felt just wrong that I’d kept so many things from her. I felt the first pangs of desperation and fear hit my gut. What would she do, what would she say when she realized that I’d been keeping so many secrets from her? Brooklyn telling me she might be pregnant, Jimbo’s murder, how dangerous Quarry was…all of it.

  There was no way to tell her without risking everything we’d become, because hearing it all at once might force her to realize that we really were too different to be together. I was trouble, and she would know it.

  If I told her that Brooklyn might be pregnant with my kid, that alone might be the end of everything between us.

  But I knew with every ounce of my being that I couldn’t lie to Lindsay or not tell her these things anymore. She had to know everything. I would be totally honest from now on, and that meant not holding back.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

  I sighed, more deeply this time.

  “Justin?” she said, her voice quivering slightly. She sensed it. Of course she did.

  I took a deep breath. “There’s some stuff I need to tell you,” I said, finally.

  I wasn’t sure how she would react. Would she still want to be with me after she knew the truth? I wasn’t sure. But it was a risk I had to take.

  I took a deep breath. Suddenly, just as I was about to speak, my cell rang. For some reason, I knew I couldn’t just ignore it. I leaned over the side of the bed and picked it up.

  “Who is it?” Lindsay asked.

  I frowned. “My roommate, Wyatt. He never calls me.”

  “Answer it, I don’t mind,” she said.

  “Yeah.” But my heart was beating fast for some reason, and I had this flash of overwhelming blackness wash over me. Still, I answered the phone.

  “Justin,” Wyatt said, his voice cracking. “Justin…”

  “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  “Gil. Gil’s dead, man. Gil’s fucking dead.” His voice broke completely and he started to sob.

  And that’s when I screamed.

  THE END OF BOOK 9 OF ADDICTED TO YOU

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