Chapter Twenty
Ransom
SONIA WAS PISSED off as all hell, and railed on me for an hour about being a douchebag.
“What the f**k? You didn’t check in at all last night. Dammit, your mom was murdered, and nobody heard a peep out of you in the last twelve hours? I’ve left you several messages, which you didn’t even have the decency to respond to!” she snapped, pacing back and forth. “You could have at least sent me a message, telling me you were still breathing!”
“Sorry,” I replied, staring up at the ceiling as I lay back on my sofa. I’d turned off my phone again, knowing that it was the only way to keep anyone from hounding me. “I’ve had a lot of s**t on my mind.”
She sat down across from me on one of the leather club chairs. “I know, I get that, hon, but, you’re giving me a f*****g ulcer
