Dylan’s POV
“When I was in the kitchen, Dominic called me,” she said.
“He called you?” I asked. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“I was on my way to do so when the shooting started,” she defended herself.
“Okay, I… wait why were you in the kitchen at this hour?” I asked.
“I got hungry, so we went to get something to eat,” she shrugged.
“We as in?”
“Your dad and I,” she said and looked at him.
“Okay,” I said. “And what was the call about?”
“The unknown number that Brody talked about earlier, called again and this time I picked up. Well technically your dad did,” she rambled.
“Ally…” I spoke.
“Sorry. He told me he wanted to give me his condolences and that he would always get what he wants, meaning me and then I hung up,” she said as she reached down her pocket. “Then he sent me th
