Suits & Aces (#3)

43 // Liability

Why did she seem to always make the wrong choices?

The moment MJ blacked out, she could have easily used her phone to call the cops or anyone who could get her out of here, or she have taken the car keys and escaped, but she did not.

"What do I do, what do I do?" She paced back and forth while biting her nails.

She could not understand why she was still there. She grabbed MJ's phone and dialled the last person she called, there was only one number and it was not saved. Either the woman did not use her phone often or she erased her call log.

MJ was in and out of slumber, and that made Sasha freak out.

It took forever before there was a knock on the door, and she rushed to get it. To say she was shocked to see who was at the door.

"You?" She quipped, dumbfounded.

"I'm not sure I even want to know what you are doing here," Kyle Davids said as he pushed past her. "What happened to her?"

Sasha closed the door and followed him. "She just fainted."

Kyle scoffed. "People don't just faint, Miss Van der Merwe."

She wetted her lips and fiddled with her fingers, trying to come up with a good answer. She revealed things she had sworn to take to her grave. "She just blacked out."

Kyle Davids was getting frustrated, he always had a short fuse whenever she was involved. "Sasha-Lee, you are a bloody journalist, use your damn words!" He yelled, causing her heart to skip in fear.

"We were just talking about the article, and then I told her about my parents' death... and everything that led to it," she said in one breath. Kyle just stood there and looked at her, she could not tell what he was feeling or thinking. "I had no idea she was prone to panic attacks."

That got his attention and he turned to open MJ's bag, skimming through it, and then he put it back on the couch. "She's going to wake up soon, she just needs to rest for now."

"Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?"

"No, she won't like that. I'll speak to her when she wakes up and get to the bottom of this. She had an attack yesterday, but she doesn't have any prescribed treatment, which is strange."

"I think we should take her to the hospital."

Sasha did not want to find herself involved in a murder scandal or to top the charts with headlines of a journalist being involved in the death of a billionaire. How was she even going to defend herself after she came here on her own?

Her train of thought was interrupted by slight movement on the couch. "No hospital, I'm fine," MJ croaked, sitting up. "Kyle, how did you get here?"

"I took a cab. I was with Logan when I got your call," Kyle said, throwing Sasha an accusing look.

"Can you drop me off at home?" She did not wait for him to answer, she just picked up her bag and grabbed her phone Sasha, and then stalked out of the room.

Kyle and Sasha followed her out, and MJ gave Sasha the laptop and phone, but not before warning her about the rules.

Kyle hopped into the driver's seat, and they were gone in a minute.

Sasha got back inside and started setting up the gadgets, including a portable Huawei router.

After setting up her email, she went through her contacts and called the last person she wanted to speak to.

The phone was answered on the first ring. "Shaka speaking, hello?"

"Hey, Shaka. It's me, Sasha," she said, nervously biting her fingernails.

There was a long silence on the other end before he spoke again. "Sasha? Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been? Demi is literally losing her mind!" She removed the phone from her ear as he yelled into the phone.

"I know, that's why I'm calling," she said hastily. "I'm fine and safe, I just needed to unwind after losing my job."

"You didn't lose your job, Sasha, you resigned," Shaka corrected.

"It's not like your sister hadn't already made the decision to fire me. Anyway, that's not why I called. It's about Demi, I'm worried about her, I think she is in danger."

Sasha could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose as he breathed into the speaker. "And I'm guessing it has to do with your article?"

She wished she could disappear, if there was one other person she feared in this life, it had to be her sister's husband. Even though he was a partner at Endabeni, Sasha made sure to steer clear of him while she worked there. Shaka Ndabeni was a thug, a whole gangster; he had his own way of doing things and he was intimidating.

He did not even smile, how Demi ended up marrying him was beyond Sasha's comprehension.

"She sent me an email, urging me to take down my article, which is strange. I think she might actually know the killer."

Shaka sighed heavily. "She has been acting strange since she reunited with that friendof hers, Carmen, and she's hardly ever home these days. On top of that, she hasn't been pitching up for her photoshoots."

Sasha fought the urge to make a rude remark. He was barely ever home, which is why Demi spent most of her time at their parents' house with Sasha, one could swear she was not even married.

"This is all my fault."

"Damn right, it is! I'll go and look for her."

"Than–" the line went down before she could even apologise or thank him.

This was such a mess, if she had listened to Demi when she warned her about the job offer, none of this would be happening.

This was all her fault.

She only hoped Shaka would reach her in time.