“When was the last time?”
“Years ago,” I said, trying not to harp on it.
“That’s why you stopped.”
“Yep,” I said, popping the last syllable.
“What’s next?” he asked.
That was a good question, way back then, it was a long fucking road. I remember locking myself in my room for a week until I could manage to come back to reality. I was afraid to snap at the brothers. I had dark days, but that time wasn’t the easiest though. And yet I survived, I made it through and there was someone more worth remembering that it didn’t have to be so lonely.
“Get this under control, and keep going.” I said, trying to stand up, balancing myself. My head felt like it was hit through a wall.
Hank walked over to us, Amelia trailing behind. “You’re done for the day.”
“I kind of figured.”
Hank shook his head. “I mean fucking mean it. A good twenty-four-hour break. Do what you need to do, but we’re not pulling this shit again.”
I nodded, complying without groaning. “How’s Rico?”
“Let’s just say, the birdies were singing to him.” Hank tried to joke.
“I’ll take care of him, Hank. I’ll make sure he’s back to normal. Well, somewhat normal. I don’t know I’m still trying to figure him out.” Amelia shot a wink at me.
“Close up the gym before you leave, I’m taking junior back to the compound.”
Dillon groaned. “Do I have to?”
“Keep acting like that and I’m going to say yes.” Hank gripped Dillon by the shirt, trying to drag him.
“Jesus, fine.” he said, slowly getting out of the ring and moving toward the exit.
Slowly, Dillon was coming back to himself. He still needed to work out his demons. But he was in better hands now.
Chapter 40
Shooter
“You going to tell me why you’re here?” I asked her as she sat on the couch, watching me wipe off the sweat back in the office.
“I got off earlier, and wanted to see you.” she admitted, as she picked off the fuzz off the couch.
I leaned on the desk, folded my arms across my chest. She wasn’t telling the whole truth, her body showed me that. She was closed off, avoiding eye contact with me, and mostly she was chewing the inside of her cheek.
“What else?”
“I can’t come see my man? It was a good thing I was here. It happened again, didn’t it?” She tried to move the conversation.
I shook my head. “Don’t divert. I was already going to come pick you up from the house and bring you back to the compound.” I couldn’t wait until she was out of that damn house, it wasn’t hers.
“How can you know that it wasn’t the whole truth?” She pouted.
“Because you act like a sad kitten getting caught and trying to distract me. So tell me.”
She rolled her eyes, my palm itched to rectify it. I shook it off. “I just had a hard day at work, that's all.”
“How hard?” I asked.
