Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 23: Oblivious

Brandon

"Mr. Pierce, you should eat something. You haven't eaten all day sir."Rosa pleads to me at my office door.

She's been pleading all day. All nine hours and thirty-two minutes since I've been awake and all of six hours and eight minutes since I've been trying to call baby girl.
I've called and called and nothing.
I've called Grace too and still, nothing.

I'm trying to be realistic here, and think they may have gone out and by some chance forgot to charge their cells or something.

But Des wouldn't leave her cell...she talks to the kids every other minute, and she knows I don't wake up and not call her.
Well,
maybe they went to see a movie and forgot to take their phones off silent.

Or maybe I'm just making shit up to calm my own anxiety.

I sigh.

I've already sent two more guards to see wassup over in Cali. Cause I've called Romine, my top guard over there and he says everything is fine.

But something in my gut is telling me otherwise.
I hope she is okay....and not still fretting over the plan I told her last night.

Although I doubt she heard any of it fluently. She was crying really hard..... babe really does miss us.

I know baby, I promised you it would get better, and it will.

I was taken from my thoughts my Rosa's piercing stares Into my forehead.

"Rosa I'm fine-"

"Not to be rude sir."She says cutting me off, her face stern with annoyance. I look at her shocked.but dumb from speech. "I have worked for you for over seventeen years, so I think I'm best to tell if you're 'fine' or not. And you are not fine. "

Never has Rosa ever spoken to me with a tone that wasn't endearing.
My throat was dry all of a sudden.
She has a point,
She knows me as much as Des does, as much I do.
She knows I'm not okay, and without me saying, I bet she even knows why.

I smirk at her fearlessness to address me that way. It was for my own good and in a weird way, she's always been that way...protective of me.
Ever since we met, and I took a liking to her little boys...grown teenage men now....a paradox I know, but...
To soothe her chest...

"I could use a glass of wine and a turkey sandwich." I smirk, finding amusement in her 'mother hen' attitude.

"Good."She smiles turning out of the room.
Just before she closes the door behind her she peeps back inside.

"She's gonna call you back sir"She smiles "She always does.

I smile at her and she nods and exits.
Yup, Rosa always knows.

Spinning my chair around to face my laptop on my desk, I try to relax a little.

"You look like shit."I hear dad's voice say from the door, and even though I'm shocked, I don't look up from the screen.

Still weird having a dead guy talking to me.

"Yea, a man will look like that after having my last eleven years."I sigh.

Trying to get this paperwork finished...

And finish my will, before we go off to Ernest tonight.

"I'd disagree if I didn't know better."He chuckles.

I smirk.

"Spoke with your mother this mornin'."He says walking towards my desk."Apparently she's allergic to Puerto Rico and is getting rashes on her neck-"