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I can’t scream.
There’s nothing but pain, so much fucking pain.
“To think I wasted all those nights making you come in your sleep,” he groans, punctuating each word with another thrust. “I should have known you weren’t worth the effort.”
His words… the dreams… Fuck! Those dreams weren’t because… because… fuck.
Grayson
Crunching glass sounds under my heavy boot as I storm through the ruins of the front of our clubhouse, my eyes wild with anger after coming from the Sleep-Eazy Motel empty fucking handed.
Adam fucking postponed his appointment. Gertie received a call just before I got there. Apparently, Adam had club business to attend to, so he rescheduled to next fucking month.
I can’t wait another fucking month to find my girl. I’m going to go out of my fucking mind.
The things they must be doing to her.
“Where are they?” I snap at Stretch who’s standing by the hallway that leads to the back of the club and the staircase up to the apartments.
“Up in Gunner’s room,” he states, his expression grim.
I want to ask him what the fuck is going on, but I’m here now and I’m about to find out why Alana called me so distraught when I was in the middle of trying to find Adam.
Taking the stairs three at a time, I round the corner to see Rose lingering outside Gunner’s door. Her eyes go wide when she sees me, and points into the room.
“You need to see this.”
I don’t bother speaking and step through the door of the room my dead best friend used to sleep in.
I stop abruptly, my feet feeling like they are in cement blocks as the familiar space slams me with memories.
We used to take turns hosting the Super Bowl each year. It was usually only the two of us, sneaking away from the rowdy main room and locking ourselves away so we could enjoy the last game of the NFL season in peace. I hosted it this year, and he was meant to host next year, but I guess that’ll never happen again.
“Gray, I’m sorry that I interrupted your… ah… work.” Alana approaches from Gunner’s bedroom, and it takes me a moment to respond while I push back the fucking memories of Gunner.
“What the hell were you so upset about?” I snap, and she flinches, picking up that I’m in a fucking mood.
The things they must be doing to my princess.
Gesturing her thumb over her shoulder, Alana’s eyes fill with tears. “You need to see it for yourself. It’s in there.”
What the fuck is going on?
Somehow making my heavy feet move, I storm to the bedroom and Alana jumps out of my way with a squeak to avoid getting bowled over.
The first thing I notice is the smell. I was expecting the familiar scent of Gunner, but instead it’s a lot like the rest of our clubhouse now. Smoke.
Even though it doesn’t smell like Gunner, his things are still here. There’s a t-shirt draped over the end of the bed. A pile of dirty socks in the corner which was his self appointed laundry basket. A porn magazine face down on his bedside table. It still looks like he lives here, and it makes me feel like he’s still here with me.
That thought should be calming, but it’s fucking not. My best buddy changed at some point, and even though I only noticed some odd behavior over the last few months, what we learned at his memorial from the Cruz Cunts has fucking thrown me. They were scared of him.
My gaze darts around the space, frowning at what the hell it is I should be looking at, but then the open door of thecloset catches my attention and I move to it, pushing it open wider.
My heart fucking stops.
What. The. Fuck.
I blink a few fucking times, making sure my eyes are seeing right, and each time, they see the same fucking thing.
