Chapter 3The ringing in my ear woke me up abruptly. It wasn’t a fabrication from my dream, but my phone blaring next to me on the bedside table. Rolling over, I saw that it was midnight.
“Hello,” I pushed out with a hoarse voice. There was loud music blaring in the background.
“Luca, I am sorry to call so late, but I need help. I have ruined my life.”
“Jada?” I sounded confused, but I wasn’t.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
I pushed myself up in my bed. I would not fail her. “Where are you?”
“Whiskey Tavern.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Thirty minutes later, I was walking through the doors of Whiskey Tavern wearing jeans, a black hoodie, a black baseball cap my daddy had given me, and black Converse shoes. I could have robbed a bank. I pulled off my hoodie, revealing my tank top, and then I fixed my c
