Half a tub of ice cream and almost a bottle of wine later, I’m sitting on the floor in my front room. My back against the remains of the sofa as I scroll through the internet searching for a replacement laptop and a camera. I jump as someone pounds on my door. Great, it’s either a very pissed off prospect or a crazy Wrath. Choosing to ignore it I continue to scroll through my phone while drinking the remains of my wine.
“Jesus.” I drop my phone and place my glass onto the floor. Whoever is at the door clearly isn’t going to leave unless I answerit. I stumble slightly when I get up, the wine having gone straight to my head.
“What?” I snap as I swing the door open, but it’s pushed back before I have a chance to open it fully and I fall backwards landing on my arse.
“What the fuck?” I yell as I look up, I’m met with a large fist to the face. I’m hit so hard my ears ring and my vision blurs slightly.
I try to push myself up, but I’m kicked in the stomach, I let out a cry of pain and surprise, I curl up into a ball to try and protect myself.
“Stop, please,” I cry out as someone kicks me in the kidneys.
My breath catches in my throat, and I think I’m going to vomit.
I don’t have time to recover before I’m being pulled up by my hair, that is the last thing I remember before my head is smashed off the floor and I’m knocked out.
Chapter
Forty-Two
“What the fuck?” I yell out as a bucket of ice-cold water is thrown over me. I jump out of my bed to see Nitro and Ice standing in the middle of my room, Doc in the doorway each one with a look of disdain. It’s been this way for last three days. Ever since I threw Marissa out of here. I know I was an arsehole, hell I know I was fucking irrational, but it made sense in my fucking head at the time.
I’ve felt like shit ever since, so every opportunity I’ve had, I’ve drank myself into a senseless stupor. I squint my eyes trying to focus on my brothers but the bottle of whiskey I downed last night is making it very fucking hard.
My head pounds and my stomach rolls as it threatens to empty itself of whatever is left in there. The whiskey was a good idea going down, but I know I’ll regret it when it comes back up.
“What the fuck was that for?” I ask. Did I just slur? Fuck am I still pissed?
I drop back down onto the edge of my bed and groan. “Oh fuck.” I forgot the bed was soaked. Fuckers.
“Sort yourself out, go take a fucking cold shower then come down to church twenty minutes,” Nitro tells me. He looks pissed.
I blow out a breath trying to give my stomach a minute to settle, I really am going to vomit.
“Think I’m gonna need more than twenty,” I reply and head toward the bathroom.
“Fucking make sure his arse is in his seat in twenty minutes, I don’t care what it takes,” I hear him tell my brothers as I close the door to the bathroom.
I drop to my knees and lean over the toilet, my arms resting on the seat. My stomach heaves and I empty the contents into the bowl. I don’t really feel any better, but at least now I feel well enough to stand in the shower. Judging by the speed in which I’m required, and the mood Nitro and the others are in something is clearly wrong.
As I leave the bathroom, I find Ice sitting on the chair in the corner of my room, his feet propped up on the bed which has been stripped of the wet bed sheets. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he laughs. “Do I look like the type to strip your bed?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, you don’t.”
“I had one of the girls come in here and do it. Prospect is getting a new mattress as we speak.”
I nod. “Thanks. So, where’s the fire?” I ask him, but he doesn’t answer. His mood shifts and it puts me on edge. “Ice?”
He stands from the chair and throws a clean t-shirt at me. “Get dressed, we’ll talk in church.” He walks to the door and throws it open then turns to look at me. “Move.” He walks out the door and down the hall. What the fuck?
I quickly pull up my jeans and throw on a t-shirt. Slipping my feet into my boots, I lace them up, grab my kutte and follow him down to Church.
Walking through the main room everyone stares at me, I know they’re mad at me, but fucking hell this is intense. I made a fucking mistake, I yelled at her and kicked her out, it’s not likeI fucking killed her. I roll my eyes, and head into Church closing the door behind me.
I stop before I even make it to my seat, even these fuckers are staring at me.
“You’re mad, I get it, but can we just move on from her.” I glance at Tongue, he looks like he wants my blood, I’ll have to remember not to turn my back on him.
“Brother,” Nitro calls and I turn to face him, his face full of emotion, anger, fear maybe. “Take a seat, we need to talk.’
