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Well then.
As if the shit with Nyx wasn’t enough to worry about, now we had to figure out if Erion was going to be a problem for our organization, or just mind his business.
Something told me there was no way he was going to try to be a new player in town and shit was just going to go smoothly.
I never could have imagined as I went about the day that, somehow, the shit with Nyx and the shit with Erion would all meld together in a giant goddamn clusterfuck of a situation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nyx
The absolute last thing I needed after an already epically shitty day, week, month, was to have to deal with going through my shit and filling out a police report.
That was what my mind was on as I walked up to my door to find it slightly ajar.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d dealt with a break-in.
As a whole, Shady Valley was a relatively safe place. But that didn’t mean there were no assaults or break-ins.
The last time I’d had my place broken into, though, was because of some shithead friend of a friend who’d been to my apartment for a party and had come back when I was at work one night to rob me blind.
Working for the Murphys and being fond of the bikers, I generally didn’t get involved with the cops, but I did file a report so they could snag that little asshole. He’d already sold my stereo and jewelry, but at least I got the satisfaction of watching them take him away in cuffs.
This, though, was not that.
Because I really didn’t have any friends anymore, aside from Dell.
But the economy wasn’t great, especially in our town. People were struggling. It wouldn’t exactly surprise me if someone knew I worked nights and decided to sneak in and help themselves to some of my shit.
I mean, technically, not much of it was worth anything. I didn’t work the kind of job that would allow me to have expensive taste. But I did work a job that meant a lot of cash tips. And I didn’t go to the bank every single day to deposit it. Which meant there was usually at least a couple hundred bucks stashed away in a drawer somewhere.
With all the shit that was going on, I don’t remember the last time I had been to the bank. So it was likely almost a grand sitting in a drawer.
God, had I even put it in a drawer? Was I so wrapped up in this other shit that I would have left it sitting out?
I’d like to say that I would never be that stupid. But the fact of the matter was, I was kind of out of my mind with worry. So anything was possible.
I needed that grand, if that was what it was.
I had bills to pay.
And on top of that, I really needed to keep some cash on hand because it was looking more and more like I might need to skip town to avoid Czar’s former—or current—organization.
Just the thought of that made my heart feel like it was cracking in my chest, but I really doubted they were just going to let me go when I lost their drugs and the money that went along with it.
And if I was going to start over somewhere, I needed cash. Especially if I started over in a big city which, objectively, was the smartest option. Even if the very idea made me a little queasy. I liked my small town. I liked my connections.
But if it was what had to happen, I was just going to have to deal with it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my door open.
To a freaking pigsty.
I wasn’t a fanatical housekeeper, but I lived alone. And I worked a lot. So my apartment stayed relatively neat all the time, plus or minus some clothes thrown around or dishes in the sink I’d been too lazy to wash up before I left for the day.
But all my drawers were opened, the contents spilled over the counters and on the floor. Glass and ceramic dishes and cups were shattered. My couch cushions were not only tossed around, but split open, their guts spread all over like snow.
Expensive snow.
