TOO ICY

💎 TWENTY -ONE / THE BEAST IN YOU

(MAKE SURE YOU READ CHAP TWENTY RELEASED BEFORE THIS )

Jetson stirred in his sleep at the sound of his phone ringing back to back. He reached to his side table with his eyes remained shut, feeling around until he finally found it.

"Yeah?" he answered groggily.

"Young." Jeston arose once he heard his captain's voice. "I need you down here at the group home. There's been a robbery and possibly an abduction."

"I'll be there. Give me twenty."

"Make it fifteen."

Jetson swung his long legs over his bed, tossing his phone back on the side table before standing and stretching. It wasn't until he was on his feet that he realized his pounding headache. The empty bottle next to his alarm clock solved that mystery right away.

He dragged his heavy feet into the bathroom and ran a cold shower. Four minutes was just enough time to give him a jolt of energy. He quickly hopped out and sprinted back into his room, only to stop in his tracks when he spotted a naked woman in his bed.

Then it hit him. The night before he had been on some Usher, you got it bad type time. After breaking up with Kimmy and leaving Isis behind in Vegas, he was spiraling. He told himself that he would wait for Isis, but a part of him felt like he would spend forever waiting. Their last night together, she hadn't stayed until the morning. She waited until he was fast asleep before she slipped out without so much as a note.

In an effort to mask all the confusion, Jetson stepped out to the bar for a drink. That's where he met Brittany. Or Briana. Bianca? It was for sure, Bianca.

"Hey. Ma'am." Jetson tapped her shoulder.
The woman shifted to the side but didn't awaken. Jetson cursed under his breath. He didn't have time for this.

"Bianca!" he raised his voice, shaking her.
Her eyes finally peeled open. "Who's Bianca? My name is Belinda."

"Belinda, sorry. You gotta go. Sorry that I have to kick you out like this, but I have to get to work," Jetson said as he combed through his dresser for a tie. "I had a good time, though. I think."

Belinda rolled her eyes, wrapping the comforter around her as she searched for her missing clothes. "You lasted three minutes and then cried over someone named Isis. The only reason I didn't go home is because there weren't any ubers in the area. So yeah, I had a great time."

Jetson would've been embarrassed if he remembered any of that, but he didn't. Either way, it told him he may need to be friends with sobriety these days. He couldn't let this situation with Isis turn life upside down. Not again.
It took a little longer than fifteen minutes, but Jetson finally pulled up to the scene at Mr. Marco's. Patrol cars and an ambulance cut the narrow block off from oncoming morning traffic that was sure to cause a few delays.

"Young, finally." The captain approached a sluggish Jetson. "You look horrible, kid."

"I feel horrible. I'm here, though." Jetson tucked his hands in his jacket. "What happened? Did another girl go missing?"

"No, they're all accounted for. It's Marco that's missing. Neighbors say they heard what sounded like a gunshot around eleven last night."

"Eleven? Nobody thought to call the police then?" He asked, following his captain inside the home.

"Apparently not. One of the girls called 911 at around five. Said an angel saved them."

"An angel? What did she mean by that?"

"Figure it out. You're good with kids," his boss patted him on the back. "I'm going to give Salita another ring. She's dragging her ass getting down here."