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He shakes his head and points at my bag. “Don’t worry about it for now.”
I inhale deeply as I consider getting up and walking away. I don’t like this side of Gunner, and I especially don’t like the way he’s looking at me.
“Look, I’m sorry if I overstepped,” he says, even sounding and looking it. “I thought I’d be honest with you. But I can see that was a mistake. Let’s forget about it.”
“Okay,” I say lamely.
Maybe it’s easy for Gunner to say forget about it, but how can I? He admitted to watching me. To jerking off when I thought me and Gray were alone. Well, not alone. But it was still a private moment. The more I think about it, the less I can justify being annoyed at the words.
It was an orgy, for fuck’s sake. I watched the Cruz Cunts, I even rubbed my clit while watching them. I suppose what Gunner did isn’t that much different.
But just what the fuck does he mean, I’m not ready for him yet? Each encounter with Gunner is getting weirder and weirder. I used to think he was a nice and easygoing guy, but clearly I was wrong.
As I ponder this, I’m reminded that Alana wanted me to ask Grayson about the attack on my family. Huh, I have no idea why my brain is choosing to remember that right now. It literally makes no sense.
Shaking my head, I pull the phone out and power it on. As soon as it’s on and I’ve entered my password, three messages come through. I mean to tap on the notification for a message from Gunner, but I accidentally hit one of the others.
“What the fuck?” I cry out as I watch in horror when a video begins to play.
The first one is of Grayson forcing me to suck him off at Dirty Diamonds. The other is us fucking at the Fourth of July party.
“What the actual fuck?” I yell, enraged beyond rational thought. “How fucking dare he?”
I’m so busy seething I don’t pay attention to anyone around us. My eyes are glued to the videos, and I feel more violated than ever. More stupid than ever.
My entire day has been focused around feeding his fucking club, and now I learn Grayson’s been playing me all this time. As soon as he took my phone the night dad ran, I’ve forgotten all about those fucking videos.
I mean, I didn’t completely forget—if anything, it was more than a convenient refusal to think about it. But now, I can’t put the lid back on the box.
Lifting my gaze from the phone, I meet Gunner’s concerned blue eyes.
“Do it,” I hiss. “Whatever you have in mind, just fucking do it.”
Then I get up and run to the room I’d started considering partly mine, only now, it feels like another cell.
Completely ignoring the twins and Sasha as they call after me, I take the stairs two at a time. I need to be alone, and there’s only one place that comes to mind. Whether it’ll work or not remains to be seen, but it’s not like I have anything to lose by trying.
Kicking the heels off, I replace them with the pair of Leslie’s sneakers that I’ve claimed. They fit and are definitely better suited for climbing.
After forcefully opening the small window in the kitchenette, I shimmy through the frame. I don’t stop to think, knowing that if I do, I might second-guess myself. Or, even worse, my mind might start making excuses for Grayson.
Nope, I need to keep going.
As soon as I’m through the window, I steady myself. There’s nothing to hold on to as I slowly climb up the roof, but luckily I manage without falling down and breaking every bone in my body.
The view from the top is not half-bad, yet I can’t enjoy it with anger pulsing through my veins. I’m so worked up, my breath is coming out in pants, and my hands are curled into tight fists.
I feel like screaming at the heavens, demanding to know what I’ve ever done that I keep getting punched down every time I dare stand tall.
Sure, I haven’t lived the life of a saint. But was I really that bad?
The roar of bikes approaching is the only warning that Grayson and Rocco are returning from their run.
I want to cry as they come closer. Only a few hours ago, I was excited for them to come back. I’d mentally planned what I was going to say to Rocco when I handed him the bag, and… and… well, I guess I was also looking forward to Gray thanking me by worshiping my body.
Now, the mere thought of seeing him makes my stomach churn.
“No,” I whisper to myself.
