VELICIA POV
“He's on his way to get the phone Cole said he'll get for you,” he added, massaging the nape of his neck.
I nodded, feeling a chill run down my back. I always wanted the phone anyway. At least there wouldn't be a tracker in it. It was a small relief.
“How about Cole?” I asked in a strained voice.
“He stormed out of the room and is probably venting out his frustration.” His expression was serious, and worry filled his eyes.
My expression turned to sadness. I wanted to go comfort him, but I held back.
“Won’t you try to talk to him? Will he be fine?” I asked in concern.
Carl turned his head to me and tilted it, his brow furrowed slightly as he read my expression.
“You seem to care a lot,” he said slowly.
I sighed, remembering that the brothers were still fighting over me
