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Hollis offered an olive branch of trust on a massive level and invited her into his home. Our home. We’d continued to bring her there too, feeling the rightness of her being in our personal space and around us all. Little did we know…
I should have known.
She was playing us, her side pieces. Milla had us good, real fucking good.
I stormed into the empty house, slamming the door and headed straight for the best cupboard that would soothe my mood, the alcohol one. We didn’t drink much when we were out and about, always having to be guarded. But here in our own home, we made the most of it, so naturally we had a very healthy amount within reach if we chose. Ineededit.
I poured myself a large whiskey and knocked it back in a few gulps. The smoky flavour heated a path down my throat. I sighed. So worth it. I wasn’t a big drinker, usually.
My phone pinged with a message; I pulled it out of my pocket to read.
Miles: Get your ass down to Mick’s gym NOW.
Preston: Busy.
I looked at my empty glass with a huff, pouring another healthy measure and knocking it back for a second time as my phone pinged again. Fucking hell, couldn’t he just leave me to wallow in peace?
The way Miles had been watching me, Hollis, and Texas recently was like he was on mass suicide watch, and that chafed on my nerves.
Miles: Not anymore. I’m dragging the other two idiots down too.
Preston: I’ve been drinking.
Miles: Of course you have. Grab an Uber or walk for all I care, no fucking excuses. See you soon.
Fuck it. Changing quickly into my gym gear, I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and waited outside for the Uber I’d ordered.
Gulping down more water to clear the haze of alcohol that had invaded it, I jumped into the car when it pulled up, arriving at the gym some fifteen minutes later.
The gym had a bright neon lit sign posted, you couldn’t miss it. Mick was a decent enough guy for an ex-marine who’d come to this state years ago and made a home for himself here. He pulled in those with all sorts of anger issues with his fighting ring and taught a load of self-defence classes too. He and his team were good all-rounders, and when us Owls had mandatory training, he’d shut the place down and allowed us the room to work without keen eyes to observe.
“I’m here,” I announced, arms opened wide. I wandered into the main gym floor where they had a mix of weights, punching bags, and some cardio exercise machines. And what most people came here for—the professionally set up fighting ring.
“Don’t look too pleased to see me.” I smirked, approaching Miles. To his side was Ronnie and he didn’t look too impressed.
I noticed I’d arrived before the other two. Miles being the only one in gym gear, I could tell the path we were gonna be taking. Both glowered at me for a few moments, like they were trying to infiltrate my mind and hear my thoughts. Then Ronnie piped up.
“Your attachment to that girl is leading you down a murky path. You became so distracted by the flavour of the cake that you forgot to taste the venom on the icing,” he said bluntly, dusting an invisible piece of dirt from his t-shirt.
He summed up so perfectly how I was feeling.Poison, she was a pure toxin.
I ground my teeth together, snatching the bindings that Miles held out for me. I wrapped my hands up and jumped into the ring. I turned to face Miles as he followed, looking downright gleeful.
We moved round each other; I jabbed him in the side and took a blow to my shoulder at the same time. I kept on moving as we traded more punches. I was already sweating heavily, the alcohol not helping my senses in the slightest, and I started to regret downing that whiskey.
“It’s not adding up to me,” he stated, not even out of breath. “She’s sulking round, the same as you three are. That tells me we’re missing something vital here.”Why is he bringing up her?
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” I sneered, throwing a punch to his side, which he danced out the way of.
“Good thing I don’t give a shit what you think then. Isn’t it,baby Lowell?” His eyes sparkled; he knew. He fucking knew using my last name in that mocking voice would entice a reaction. I walked right into it, but I honestly didn’t give a shit if he’d goaded me. I’d roll with it for the time being.
I swung for his face, the fury burning through me. I ignored every hit he landed on me and attacked whenever I found an opening.
Miles was always a worthy opponent to go one on one with. In another life I’d be betting on him going pro MMA, into UFC or some shit like that. He landed a blow to my kidney.Fuck, I felt that one. Saying that, he’d more likely be suited to a cage fight where he’d be freer to vent his anger and frustrations. Plus side, it’d be bloodier.
Hollis and Texas’ voices filtered through. They must have just arrived, seeming to be in the same impatient mood as me at having been ordered here. I swivelled to greet them.
Shit.I worked my jaw, rubbing it from the punch I’d just taken to the face. Ronnie barked a surprising laugh.
