The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 73

She was sitting squeezed between Olivier and Bobbie waiting on news of Max while Ollie paced circles. Ronnie, Margot, and Mori were taking turns walking back and forth between the two waiting areas searching for news which wasn’t coming from anywhere.

“I hate this waiting,” Ollie threw her hands up in the air.

“The longer we wait, it means the harder the fight is going on inside.”

They looked up as Ronnie approached, “hey. Um. So, they let us know Sawyer didn’t make it.”

“f**k,” Olivier cursed beside Lark and wrapped his arm around her and hugged her tight. “Any news on Gracie?”

“They are still trying but the bullet is still inside her, I guess. They have a bunch of specialists on hand trying to figure out the best way to get it out without causing more damage or to bleed out,” Ronnie cleared his throat, “the nurse told Grady he should tell Charlotte to get here as soon as possible.”

“Oh my god,” Lark felt sick.

“I’m sorry, Lark,” Ronnie said quietly. “Any news on Max?”

“Nothing yet,” Bobbie shook her head. “Is Grady okay down there? I’m worried about him.”

“He’s strong, Mom,” Ronnie leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry about LJ. He’s been getting worse lately. I was trying to manage his s**t on my own.”

“You shouldn’t have tried on your own. We’re family but if anyone can sort him out, it’s Levi and Meri. I think Levi and Timon are taking him somewhere off the grid.”

“Better than having to deal with the soybeans,” Ollie snorted. “Take me into the bayou before putting me on the damn farm any day.”

“I’ve never been around people who died before. Losing Nana Prue,” Ronnie’s voice cracked, “it’s hard Mom.”

“I know baby,” Bobbie cupped his cheek and wiped a tear off with her thumb.

“Lark?” Johan’s voice cut in from the edge of the waiting room. “Why are you guys all down here and not down the other end?”

Ollie shot him an annoyed look, “you’re an idiot.”

“I know.” He stepped into the room and reached for Ollie’s hands, “I’m sorry. I was scared and LJ mentioned how none of this would have happened if Max and you hadn’t been involved and I needed a person to blame, and it was the pair of you, and I am so sorry for lashing out.”

She stepped into his open arms and hugged him tight. “I forgive you, Johan.”

“Where is Max? I owe him an apology too.”

“He’s um,” Ollie cleared her throat, “he suffered a heart attack.”

Johan’s arms fell away from Ollie, “what?”

“He tried to pass it off as another panic attack but turns out he hasn’t been taking his medications, he’s been ignoring the heart fluttering things he’s been having and chalking it up to anxiety and panic and overall has been ignoring all the advice the doctor gave him about not working so much and avoiding stress.”

“He flatlined,” Lark whispered from where she was seated with her head on Olivier’s shoulder. “He died, Johan and your last words to him were to accuse him of pretty much murdering the woman who has been his grandmother his entire life.” “Lark, I,” he stammered as she didn’t even look in his direction.

“I understand you are stressed and worried. You’ve been sleeping with Gracie for all of three days and you think you’re in this deep love affair to defy the ages but Max, he’s your best friend for nearly twenty years. He would do anything for you, and you abandoned him when he needed you. You made him feel he was going to lose me. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J ob n ib.co-m. You didn’t see the way he was freaking out trying to hold onto me while he his heart was literally breaking into pieces and shattering thinking I was going to leave him.”

“I’m sorry.” Johan took a shaky breath.

She rose up from between the two people who could have been her adoptive parents growing up based on how close she was to them and felt Bobbie squeeze her hand warningly and accepted the warning for what it was. She measured her words and sighed, “you are lucky we love you so much and are willing to forgive your bullshit but when he comes out from surgery, you better be kissing his ass with apologies.”

He nodded as she wrapped her arms around his waist and he hugged her tight, “I’m sorry, Lark.”

“Me too,” she sniffed against his chest. “I’m scared Johan.”

Ollie slugged him in the shoulder, “you should know better than to listen to LJ, dumbass.”

“I know. I made it all the way down the street and realized how stressed out I was, and my first thought was, ‘I should call Max and get his take on what I should do’ and then it hit me like a train. I f****d up. I was trying to get back but then I ran into the Laredo brothers, and we got into a discussion on how best to deal with Doug.”

“They’re here?” Ollie asked with a quiet breath.

“Yup. Someone told her fiancé she didn’t want him to come here and cause more drama so he’s waiting downstairs in the lobby until you give him the go-ahead to come up and hold you while you wait.”

“He’s here,” Ollie whispered.

“You told him not to come up?” Lark asked with a laugh. “Now who’s an idiot.”

“I am,” she pouted and sat on her father’s knee.