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There was a short, blissful time when I thought me and Troj could have made it through anything.
But I could never have foreseen this.
I empty my pockets before I strip for a shower, and the post-it Willow gave me drops out onto the floor. I pick it up and look at the address.
I still don’t know my way around town, for someone who’s meant to be on a grand discovery, I haven’t done much discovering. So out of curiosity, I take out my cell and type the address into the map app that I taught myself to use during the sixteen and a half hour bus journey between Colorado and Vegas.
I’m glad I didn’t end up staying there very long, it was far too much for me. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see the ocean, and Rogue wasn’t wrong when she told me it was beautiful here in LA.
The party is less than a mile’s walk away from my apartment. The phone predicts I could make it on foot in twenty minutes. But it will be dark soon, and the thought of walking in the dark terrifies me. The thought triggers a memory of me scurrying through the woods with my arm being dragged by the armed men, and causes me to drop the phone from my hand.
I pick it up, quickly checking the screen hasn’t cracked, and then I look out the window, down at the people walking on the street.
Carefree happy people, who have no idea what it’s like to be imprisoned by fear.
I turn cold when I think of the man in the mask lurking among them, and rush back to my messages, scrolling to the one Maddy sent me a few weeks ago.
I’ve pressed on the link a few times since then, it always asks me to type in my zip code, then magically directs me to all the local therapists in my area. But the thought of sitting down and going over the whole ordeal again makes me feel sick. It was bad enough in the hospital when one of the specialist doctors came to speak to me.
I’m starting to think that if I want to have any form of life, I need to consider it through. I screw up the post-it, and throw it in the trash before I open the front door and let in Sphinx. If his owners forgot to feed him tonight, I’ll bet she’s forgotten to let him in too. And I read somewhere once that misery loves company.
I snort the fat white line off the table before I let my head roll back and rest against the leather sofa. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t buzzed. The days just all merge into one because I don’t let myself come down.
If I do, I’ll mother fuckin’ crash.
I wipe the residue from my nose and I feel some bitch take a hand to my cock. Her palm rubs me through my jeans, trying to stir it to life. I open my eyes and stare down, she’s half-decent, but she’s nothing close to the person I want.
It would be easy to have her release me, let her stroke me flesh to flesh. But I shake my head at her, before pushing her away. Shaniya was the last person to touch me, and as far as I’m concerned it can stay that way.
Resting my head back down, I let the rush from the blow flood my system. Soon I’ll have the energy to get my ass off this sofa, and then I might head back to the clubhouse or even hit the gym.
“I like this,” the needy little bitch runs her hand through the braid behind my ear and I snatch at her wrist.
“Don’t fucking touch it,” I growl. It’s been there since the night before my fight. I don’t give a shit who sees it or what they think of it. It’s proof that what me and Shaniya had existed, and that for a little time I made her happy.
“Sorry.” The girl looks a little butt hurt, but smiles me another seductive smile when I release her from my grip.
“You know, I think I liked you better when you were my competition.” Squealer lifts his mouth away from the tit of the brunette he’s got riding him.
“Never thought I’d see the day that dick would be in short supply around here. You don’t mind sharing do ya, darlin’?” He wraps his hand around her throat and holds her back at arm’s length so he can admire how she looks. When she shakes her head and smiles at him, he looks down mischievously at the girl on the floor who tried touching me. “Get yourself on up here, there’s plenty to go around,” he gestures his head and she quickly moves, taking a seat on the arm of the chair he’s sitting in.
“Now, why don’t you tell Jodie here something you like about her.” He takes her nipple in his mouth while Jodie continues to ride his cock.
“She’s got really pretty eyes.” The girl makes that fake, cute laugh that all the whores around here think they’ve mastered.
“You wanna know how her pussy tastes?” Squealer rubs his hand between Jodie’s legs and lifts his fingers up to my reject, who takes them in her mouth without hesitation and sucks.
“I need a fuckin’ drink.” I leave them to it, managing to stand up and stumble over to the bar to grab another bottle.
“Troj,” Jessie’s voice calls out over the loud music, and I search around for him through the smoky haze.
“Whatcha doin' here? Prez is looking for ya, he’s got a meeting with the Burlusconi brothers.”
I manage to locate him, but I can’t understand why he ain't keeping still. He’s trying to dodge me like we’re in the ring.
“Troj,” Jessie reaches out to grab my shoulders, and I shove him hard in the chest to push him away.
“Wanna drink, VP?” I hold on to the bar to steady myself.
