Chapter Ten
Silence, just silence
Sully
I walk into PIT, probably looking fresh fucked, and finally feeling the peace. I was taking Mya out tonight. First dates had me feeling like a teenager, but fuck this girl was it for me. Period. I fought her age, her brother, the bullshit in my world, and she took it like a forty year old who had lived a hard life. It is endearing to see someone so full of life. It’s an impulse I can’t deny. I just need her.
I was nervous she would resent me for not telling her sooner, but I believed she would understand. This shit that suffocates me is real and the wound is deep. Her heart bleeds with me out of love, I believe it.
Cal walks in right on time as I check to ensure there are witnesses if this shit goes south. The shop is full. Noah, CD, Asa, Jen, and Otto all have clients. Kellen was busy doing the month end audit and swiping right on grinder in his spare time. I wanted to tell him myself that I was committing to Mya, that I had told her about Kace, and begged her to forgive me.
I was in a good spot with Cal these days and didn’t want to tarnish it. Everything inside of me told me Mya was it for me. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame, or a crow to a butterfly, if that’s even a real thing.
Cal walks into my booth and his hand is up in my face and I can’t help but chuckle. “I have no desire to hear any more. Mya told me you guys are allFacebookofficial and shit, that’s plenty for me.”
“No brotherly advice?” I ask laughing at what I can assume was a TMI session between him and Mya earlier. Gotta love that my girl ain’t shy.
“Yeah. Tell her to stop talking to me about her relationships. That’s what Jen and Lex are for.”
I nod, “Done.”
“I am happy for you though, both of you. You seem more content.” He speaks kindly but without coddling me.
“Yeah, I don’t know what it is about her, but she calms me down. She didn’t always, but once I stopped fighting my attraction to her, I felt like I could breathe.”
“I get it. Once I accepted I wanted Jen and always had, it was easier for me to feel shit.”
I say nothing to that, knowing after Tayla had cheated on him he was determined to fuck fangirls forever. Jen saved him and I am pretty sure Mya is saving me.
“Hey, Sam…” Noah looks at me from the entry to my booth, pale as a ghost. His voice a grave tone in the room. “Uh, Agent Sorell is here with some guy I haven’t met.”
I look to Cal. “Give me a minute…?” I don’t know if I asked him or told him, but I took my gloves off and stepped out immediately. “Mark,” I say, and hold my hand out unsure of the visits purpose. There has been so many over the years that I don’t get sick every time he comes to meet with me anymore. “Come to check out the new digs finally?”
I take a seat on the arm of the couch in the center of the PIT and fold my arms. He seems different, concerned maybe, and that is the only thing that gives me pause. Suddenly, I don’t want to know why he is here.
Anything, but why…
God, please don’t do this. Please. Not now. Not tonight…Not when I finally have my shit in order.
“Sam, do you have somewhere private we can speak?” he asks me. I feel the bile rise in my throat when my pop and Deja walk in the studio.
I shake my head no. No to talking. No to whatever shit he is about to tell me. It is then, I see another Agent with him who looks as sick as I do. Refusing to accept what is about to happen, I stand, and extend my hand to the other gentleman. “I’m Sam,” I say, as he takes my hand.
“Agent Ben Frye. Nice to meet you, Mr. Sullivan,” He says, and looks at the room and everyone gathering around me.
“Get back to work. Nosey bunch of shitheads,” I say, and laugh uncomfortably.
“Sam…” Agent Sorrell says, but I shake my head no.
I feel Noah and Cal step in close beside me and I folded my arms. “Mark, you know Noah. This is Cal Dorian…” I look over my shoulder at my staff standing firm in place. “That’s Asa, CD, Otto. Behind you is Kellen, our shop manager and…” I pause, looking for Jen who is standing beside her husband now. “And that’s Jen.”
Mark acknowledges everyone with a sad smile and nods.
“Samuel. I think we should talk in private...” My pop says, and I just shake my head no.
“Sam-” Deja tries.
“No. This is as close as family present for this shit, so let’s hear it,” I demand, and keep my arms folded, stoic in place for whatever he is about to tell me.
