“Dip.”
He chuckled at my remark.
“Any ideas who she fucked up with her fist? Or are we believing the whole fight with a wall story?”
I groaned, just wanting to shower and get back to Shiloh ASAP.
“Well, it doesn’t sound like it was her dad. So, it could’ve been anyone. I dunno. Maybe her ex, Adrian?”
“She still sees him?”
I grabbed my shower stuff and ducked into a stall.
“I don’t think it’s a regular thing. But yeah. I know she does.”
“And you’re not worried?” He called from the stall next to mine.
“No. She’s been honest about that at least. About us being exclusive.”
I hopped out the shower, quickly toweling off before raking up my jeans.
Jae had just emerged from the shower when I was finished dressing, and I raised a brow. “You coming over?”
“Nah. I’ll let you guys have some alone time. Maybe she’ll open up later if it’s just the two of you.”
I mulled it over for a moment before nodding.
“Alright. Later, bro.”
I hauled ass to the front, eager to spend some alone time with Shiloh.
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November 24, Wednesday
Shiloh
Adrian thankfully hadn’t barged back into my apartment last night after I slugged him. I was hoping that I had hallucinated the whole thing, but my busted-up hand told me otherwise. I was terrified, ashamed, angry…How had I been so stupid? He was working with law enforcement and nowhe was going to force me to do the same? If Carlos found out, if he got to Adrian, he could spill my secrets, and everything would have been pointless. Everything.
I didn’t bother getting my hopes up that law enforcement could actually take down Los Siete. Adrian was living in a fucking fantasy for thinking otherwise. Los Siete had never been touched by law enforcement. I didn’t know the other jefes, but I knew Carlos owned the local police. Hell, Granby had won awards for being the safest city in the whole damn state with crime rates so damn low. Obviously, that was a lie, but he made sure to keep any crime off the books and out of the city he was mayor of. There weren’t even any local drug dealers. If my dad wanted drugs he had to drive thirty minutes to La Grange.
And fuck him for using my friends against me. Fuck him. I had fucked this up so fucking badly that I’d put all their lives at risk. I couldn’t fucking handle it. My chest ached with the weight of my sins.
And I was the worst person for not being able to stay away. Adrian’s very real threats should have been a wakeup call for me to stay the fuck away from them all. And yet, here I fucking was. Like a fucking fiend getting their fix. Five days. Five more days was all I had left as Shiloh and fuck me for wanting to spend it with people that made me forget.
I tried shutting off my brain, but I wasn’t doing a very good job because Enoch suddenly squeezed my leg, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?”
“I said, did you want to watch something downstairs?”
I glanced at his fresh pajamas he had left moments ago to change into and shrugged with indifference.
“I just want a distraction.”
“Hmm,” he raised a brow, tapping his finger against his bottom lip in mock thoughtfulness. “I could think of a thing or two we could do to distract you.”
Before I could even blush at what he was insinuating, his body was on top of mine, tickling my sides relentlessly.
