I get to my feet, my head spinning. “I will. After I kill that fucker.”
“Whoa, whoa.” His hands are on my shoulder, guiding me to sit back down. “After you get checked out.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, the fuck you’re not. Now sit still so I can get Lucian.” He walks away, his feet heavy on the floor until they stop. “I swear to fucking God, Grizz, if I come back and you’re gone, I will fucking murder you.”
I chuckle, which turns into a cough that hurts my ribs. Just to test him, I get up to get another bottle of water and down that all in one go before sitting in the chair again.
Shark comes back with Lucian behind him. He has his bag in his hand. Shark fixes a few more chairs, and Lucian sets his bag on one of them before digging through it and pulling out a light.
“Do you feel dizzy?”
“A little when I stand.”
“Headache?”
“Yeah. But I was punched in the head.”
“Nausea?”
“Nope.”
“Double vision?”
“No.”
He shines the flashlight in one eye, then the other. “Tell me your name, the date, and where we are.”
I give him the info he wants, then he asks more questions that I answer as best I can. I tell him about the ringing in my ear. He feels around my jaw, throat, ribs, and tells me nothing is broken, but I need stitches on my eyebrow.
I didn’t even realize I was bleeding.
The stitches suck, like they always do, but he’s quick which makes it a little easier.
“Make sure someone is with you. If you feel worse, call me immediately. Stay awake for a while.” He steps back, putting his things away and closing up his bag. “Stand up for me?”
I get up, and he closes his bag before turning to face me. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that girl loves you and you love her too. Fix this.”
“I plan on it.”
“Good. Now go.” He dismisses me with a wave of my hand.
I should be offended that everyone is on her side, but I can’t. Because they’re all fucking right.
I probably shouldn’t be driving, but Lucian didn’t tell me not to. Shark bitched about it though. I feel fine, I’m just a little sore. It’s not the worst fight I’ve been in, or the worst injuries I’ve had. Seriously, I’ll be fucking fine.
And I’ll be even better after I take out all this anger I have bottled up. Tonight, Gunner is going to die. Tonight, I’m going to end this. Tonight, we are going to move on from all this bullshit. I’ll come clean and tell her everything.
It’s barely been that long and I already miss her and my baby. I’m mad, but I’m not really worried. I know I’ll get her back and I know she’s safe with Snapper. This is all just a big misunderstanding. Sure, she’s going to be mad at me for lying, but once she realizes why I was lying, she’ll be okay with it. Or at least get over it.
I did not cheat on her. I would never cheat on her.
But I did lie, and that’s fucked. I shouldn’t have. But maybe she’ll understand when she realizes why.
It’s almost impossible to get to the cabin in all this damn snow, but I’ve already worn a trail into the ground, and most of the snow is still up in the trees. I’ll be fucked if it falls on me though. I’d likely die. That would really fucking suck.
I make it to the cabin and knock on the door to alert him that I’m here, like I always do. The idea behind it was like those dogs with the dinner bell. The bell rang, they got food. There’s a knock on the door, Gunner gets beat.
