Then maybe scare him a little.
That was more than reasonable.
The GPS led us into one of those subdivisions where every house looked like it came from the same catalog.
Gray house, gray garage, gray shutters, and tiny trees in the yards, trying their best to bring some color to the neighborhood.
No personality or character.
I already hated it.
We parked along the curb and killed the engines. I stared at the house and wondered how this was where Josie spent twelve years. I frowned. “This is depressing.”
Mack snorted. “It looks like an accountant designed a neighborhood.”
“That’s offensive to accountants,” Skid chuckled. He climbed off his bike and cracked his neck. “So.” He grinned. “You gonna be nice?”
A smirk spread across my lips. “I’m always nice.”
Cash cracked his knuckles, and Mack slid off his bike. “Yeah, and I’m Mary fucking Poppins.”
“Let’s get this done,” I said. The sooner we took care of Bruce, the sooner I could get back to proving to Josie how worth it she was.
We headed up the driveway, and I couldn’t help but notice the concrete was spotless. The landscaping was neat, and everything looked careful.
Zero life or color anywhere.
I still couldn’t picture my loud, colorful Josie living here. She really had dimmed her light to be with this asshole.
This place looked like it’d fine you for having feelings.
I rang the doorbell, and we waited.
Nothing.
Cash looked at the flower beds. “Even the fucking flowers look sad.”
He wasn’t wrong.
The door opened and... I blinked.
This guy?
This. Guy.
What the hell did Josie see in him?
Bruce stood in the doorway wearing khakis and a blue polo shirt. He had glasses, a bulbous nose, and his brown hair was neatly combed to the side. His face was pale, like he’d never spent a day outside in his life, and a scowl was on his lips. The man looked like he got excited over spreadsheets.
This guy thought he was too good for Josie? Hell nah.
Bruce looked at the four of us, then at the motorcycles, then back at us. His face lost all color. “Uh...”
I crossed my arms. “You Bruce?”
His eyes darted between Skid and me. “...Yes.”
I nodded. “I’m Rome.” That meant nothing to him. “I need to talk to you about Josie.”
