“I don’t know, man.”I scrape a hand through my hair as I pace the floor trying to recall her friend.“She was a brunette.Longish hair.She did tequila at the bar with that blonde friend of hers, in the little red skirt.”
My mind rewinds to that moment I first saw her, a bolt of pain stabbing through my chest at the thought of not seeing her again.
“Oh yeah.”He hums through the phone, satisfaction lacing the action.“Briana.Firecracker that one was.”
“Did you get her number?”I pray to God above that he did, even though in my gut, I know the prospect of it is pretty fucking low.
A hard grunt.“Fuck no.You know it ain’t like that for me.One and done.”
“Fuck!”I bark out before hanging up on him.No point in continuing that conversation.
I’ll find her.I don’t care how long it takes.
I’ll burn down the fucking world if I have to.Start with the clubs, end with the city.Whatever it takes.
Chapter 13
Luc
Dead Inside
Blackbear
Chapter 14
Luc
We Are The Champions
QUEEN
Chapter 15
Luc
The Night We Met
Lord Huron
“I can’t believewe’re back in this damn city, man.”I pace in front of the large plate-glass window that overlooks the lights of the Vegas strip.My arms are crossed over my chest, where beneath, my heart is beating irrationally hard.
“We had to, Luc.”Dean takes a swig of the beer he’s holding, his posture comfortably sprawled on one of the four couches in the massive living room.His gaze tracks my movement, bouncing back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match.“You know it’s always a huge turn-out here.”He shakes his head.“And it’s the fucking Sphere, man.”
“I know, I know.”I sigh, throwing a glance his way.“I didn’t think it was going to be this tough.”
“Dude, it’s been almost two years.”Dean scratches his chin, one side of his mouth tugging down.“None of us thought-” He shrugs before finishing his sentence.“Well, none of us thought it would be an issue.I mean, it’s been almost two years, and you only spent two nights with that damn chick.”
My body stiffens as I come to an abrupt halt, turning to look at Dean.He’s my best friend.We’ve been through everything you can possibly imagine two guys going through, and I do mean everything.But fuck me if I don’t want to punch him in the damn face right now.He knows better than anyone what two nights with “that chick” did to me.
“Lily.”I growl out.“Her name is Lily, and you know damn fucking well she wasn’t just somedamn chickto me.”
“Sorry.”He throws his hands above his head in surrender, standing as he does.“Shouldn’t have said that.”
He strides over to me, clapping a hand on my shoulder, his next words coming out gentle.“You have to let her go, Luc.If she wanted to see you, find you, she would have.”
I know he’s right.It’s been one year, nine months, and four days since we were together.Not that I’m counting.I clap him back on the shoulder, nodding, instead of providing a verbal response, and begin pacing again.
He strolls behind the bar and grabs another beer from the large glass fridge.“Hey, at least they agreed to book us in a different hotel this time.That has to help a little bit, right?”He twists the top off the bottle as he asks the question.
