Nola.
His world. His wife. His ole lady.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” he asked.
‘You can’t choose your family... but you can make a better one for yourself.’
– Grey’s Life Lesson.
Chapter3
Grey
One Day Earlier
“You are shitting me,” Merlin said with his mouth hanging open.
Xander sighed, then shook his head.
“She really asked that?” Nuke asked.
Xander nodded.
“She asked if you wanted to go with her to some fucker’s house?” Saint snarled.
“Was there a gun pointed at her head or some shit?” Wolf asked.
Xander sighed again and shook his head.
“Why do I feel like I’m missing something? Something crucial here,” I offered.
Every pair of eyes came to me.
“What the fuck could be crucial about my woman going to see another man?” Xander asked in that deadly tone that sometimes had the effect of causing even my balls to shrivel up.
“Fuck it. Track her. Let’s go,” Nuke ordered.
And six minutes later, all ten of us were on the road and headed to beat the ever-loving shit out of the fucker who thought he could take Nola from Xander.
***
“You. Are. Shitting. Me.” Kettle growled. His head slowly turned, and then he pinned his narrow-eyed gaze on Xander.
Xander’s mouth was hanging open.
Nuke growled.
Grimm shook his head.
Jury was laughing.
Merlin was scratching his head.
And just then, the doors opened.
And walking out of said doors were Nola, Agatha, Tempie, Ophelia, and Soraya, all of them with shopping bags in their hands.
I looked up at the sign and read it aloud, “Carson’s Secondhand Thrift Shop.”
