The bottles rattle as the fridge door slams shut with more force than I intended.
But fucking hell, what the fuck did I do in my previous life to get such a fucking shit run with women.
I pop the cap and take a long swig of the hop in my hand.
My head drops onto the fridge door, the bottle dangles from my fingers as I think of how fucked this day is.
“Zero.”
Closing my eyes, I try fucking hard to control my anger and not lose my shit on the woman standing by the kitchen door calling my name.
Quinn is not the person I need to be here right now.
“Not now,” I tell her and it comes as a plea, only it isn't heard, and I know this when I hear her shoes move closer to me.
She touches my shoulder and I straighten from my position by the fridge and take another much-needed swig of my beer.
“When is ever the time Zero, since she's back you spend more time avoiding Beggar than you actually spend being with me.”
“If you aren't happy then go, I'm not forcing you to stay with me.”
She looks at me as if I punched her and I feel like a fucking asshole for it but I can't keep having her giving me shit about Beggar.
wasn't ready for a woman's name on my dick. You knew the night I fucked Beggar, I wanted to end it, you said no. We good, you and I. You closed that shit down and we moved on. Today it was a fucked up day and I can admit that it wasn't right having her at my back, but fuck Quinn, what the hell were you thinking with that stunt you pulled? If you had waited and given anyone of us a chance you would've known that Killer gave the order she ride
hiding some of her face. Her lips are pinched together. I lift my index finger pulling them
shit ton to say, but Killer is Killer. He is the fucking national V.P of our club, I can't tell
no Beggar, no Falon, but Quinn is a
of my beer down and
smell her hair
talk to Beggar,” she says, and I already know that isn't a good idea, but I
do what I should have done in
and walk as she trails
where on earth are we going? We have a
house
get to the lounge area and true
lurking about as I go to stand in
from the room
I shout, getting everybody's attention besides the two
Quinn and she looks
know things are going for shit, and the timing is beyond fucked, but we're not gonna get younger, so I am staking my claim, Quinn is
voice and at first, I am fucking thrilled when I turn and see my blood brother on the sofa, in his black
eyes go to Beggar and Killer who are both standing by
fucking glare, dead stare and Beggar, her
man out of him Quinn,” River announces as he claps