Shamia was staring at Hadlee through the screen under Neville’s outstretched arm.
“As you can see, I’m safe, Neville. Now f**k off and let me talk to Shamia.” Hadlee grunted angrily. She stupidly called Shamia to ask her for her opinion on the things she and Gabby discussed, and Neville grabbed the phone from Shamia before anyone could stop him.
“Where are you? Do you know what you’re doing to us all? Your friends? Your family? Your partner? Eric is beside himself, Hadlee. I’m assigned as his protection and since you left, he may have slept a handful of hours, and I haven’t seen him eat a f*****g thing other than a roll Clarette shoved in his face.” Neville’s nostrils were flared wide as he growled into the phone, “we’re friends, Hadlee and I’m scared for you. You’re pregnant and alone a
