Chapter Eight
The nurse scurried out of the room, and Jenna snorted. “That’s pathetic.”
Trey chuckled. “Most people are scared of me.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Because of my size, my deep voice, and my dominant personality.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re still just a man.”
He nodded. “You’re right.”
The door opened again, and Travis, Nia, and Kyla came into the room.
She relaxed. “Thank God you’re here, Kyla. I need you to go get me some clothes.”
Jenna gritted her teeth when Kyla looked at Trey, and he shook his head.
“Wait a fucking minute…”
Nia covered her mouth with her hands. At first, Jenna thought she’d upset her until she saw the sparkle in her eyes.
“What are you laughing at, Nia?” Jenna asked.
“You. You’re going to be in such trouble.”
“The hell I will. No one is the boss of me.”
Kyla took her hand. “Jen, you need to listen to Trey.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Jen, I want to live with him.”
“No, we live down by the theatre.”
Kyla shook her head. “I said it was okay, and all of our stuff is at Trey’s now.”
She struggled to get up again and growled when Trey pushed her back down and kept his hand on her upper chest to prevent her from moving. When she slapped his hand, Nia and Kyla gasped.
Jenna rolled her eyes then focused on Kyla. “Why in the hell are you letting this happen? Where’s your spine, girl?”
Kyla sighed and looked down at their hands. “I’m scared, Jen. I don’t like working at the theatre because of all the attention we get from guys. I’m terrified every night we walk home, and now I’ll never sleep unless I feel we’re both safe. I’ll never feel safe with Billy still out there. Please let Trey take care of us for now.”
She studied her friend and saw how upset she was. It made her feel like a bitch. Kyla was the best friend she’d ever had and the only person who would grieve if she died.
“Fine. Until we find something else, we’ll stay with him. I don’t want you to worry about Billy. I’m planning on finding the little prick and teaching him a lesson.”
Trey shook his head. “That won’t happen, pet.”
She growled. “Don’t call me that. I’m not a fucking dog.”
Travis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The girls gasped and stared at her like she killed someone. The look in Trey’s eyes worried her the most. It was unmistakable amusement and anticipation, and she knew that didn’t bode well for her.
“We’ll talk about that more later,” Trey told her.
The door opened again before she could say anything, and the doctor and a nurse walked in.