Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 399

I had not heard Idris’ voice in forever. For a few seconds, I was lost in it, a wave of bitterness choking me up. I had a million things to say, but I swallowed them down and managed to say, "It's me, Idris. We need to meet."

"Okay!"

I gave him the address Lucas had given me and hung up, my heart heavy.

Lucas had picked some clubhouse out in the suburbs. Stepping out of the car, I saw him on my heels and frowned.

He quirked an eyebrow, "What's wrong? Don't want me tagging along?"

I bit back my words, ice in my voice, "Do what you want."

I had barely finished my sentence when I breezed into the clubhouse. Right at the entrance, I caught sight of Idris. He looked like he had not slept in days, and his usually sharp features were shadowed by stubble, giving him a weary look.

The moment I saw him, my feet itched to dash over. However, before I could take a step, Lucas's firm grip yanked me back. He pulled me close, his hand possessively circling my waist, and murmured, "Yvette, you're with me, remember? Diving into someone else's arms isn't going to make me happy."

I froze, my heart twisting as Idris approached, his expression turning to ice when he saw Lucas's arms around me.

Our eyes locked, and it hurt to pretend everything was fine. I forced a smile and managed to say, "Hey, Idris. It's been a while."

His dark eyes were stormy, and I braced myself for the questions about why Lucas and I were so chummy all of a sudden.

He refrained from asking anything. Instead, he yanked me out of Lucas's hold and, without missing a beat, threw a punch at him.

Lucas, caught off guard, quickly swung back. The two of them, silent as statues, started brawling right there. Lucas's crew and the Youngs' bodyguards swarmed around us, ready to jump into the fray.

Seeing the standoff about to explode into chaos, I shouted, "Everybody, stop!"

I took a deep breath and told Lucas firmly, "I need to have a word with him alone." It was not a question or a request. I was making my stance clear.

Lucas glared at me, his face a map of bruises and warnings. I cut him off before he could protest, however. "I know what I'm doing. If you want to get out of Lake City fast, let me talk to him."

He squinted at me, then said, "I'll be in the car," and with a scornful look at Idris, he left, taking his entourage with him.

Back in the clubhouse, I sat across from Idris. His face was a mess. "You should ice that," I told him.

He did not say a word, just stared at me with those intense eyes. "Yvette, are not you going to tell me what has been going on? What happened to Officer Jackson? Why'd you drop off the map?"

I met his gaze, feeling strangely calm. "You saw it all, did not you? I was hanging out with Charlie, my phone died, and I just didn't bother to charge it. As for Officer Jackson, the cops should have filled you in. I don't know the details."

His frown deepened. "That's your s?"