Where to?

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Julian

X hasn't left the penthouse all night despite all my efforts. We still need to discuss the deal with Hugo he blew off and losing his shit on him.

To be honest, I'd probably done the same thing. I'm not mad at X for telling him to fuck off because Hugo is an untrustworthy partner and we learned that the hard way.

Does it suck? Fuck yeah but in the long run, Hugo probably would've screwed us in some way.

I don't know what happened to X in the last couple of hours since the meeting with Adria and Penelope but he's deep in the dumps right now and I can't get through to him, he needs someone to talk to but he won't even let me in.

I text Steph to see if she knows anything.

Babe, do you know what's going on? I can't get X to talk to me, he's depressed as fuck.

I text X again

My man, you good? Let's have a drink

Steph texts me back

I guess X came to see Millie at the hotel and it didn't go well...for either of them.

Figured it was another let down for him.

I text Steph back

Alright babe I'll try to handle it here. I miss you, I'm paying you a visit to your office when you're here tomorrow

She replies with

Can't wait!

It sucks that Steph is away right now, I hate that she's been gone at the hotel and will be for the next week and a half.

X still hasn't texted me back so it's time to knock down his door. I grab a bottle of whiskey knowing we'll both need it.

I make it up to the penthouse and bang on the door.

Nothing.

Fuckin asshole..

"Open the door, X, I don't care if you're crying man just talk to me," I say getting more pissed every second that goes by without him opening the damn door.

I reach into my wallet, I've never had to do it but I pull out a keycard to the penthouse. X gave it to me years ago and it's just been sitting in a slot in my wallet since then and although I don't want to just walk in on him I'm desperate at this point.

I slide the card in and wait for the small circle to turn green. When it does, I push open the door ready to just let him fucking have it.

When I see him, I immediately pull my phone out of my pocket and fumble my fingers to call Slim.

After an agonizing two rings, he picks up.

"What's up, man?" Slim says on the other line.

"I need the Narcan, NOW!" I say in panic.

"Where to?" Slim asks in a now serious tone.

"The penthouse."

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