Page 67 of Money Shot

“I don’t,” I said.

“Ever?” he asked.

“Never. Not fucking once,” I said.

“Well,” he said as he raised his hands in the air. “Looks like we’re all good.”

“That it?” I asked as I stood from my seat.

He shook his head from side-to-side and rubbed the few days of growth on his face. “No. There’s one more thing.”

I gazed down at him and widened my eyes. “And?”

“A phone. I know you got rid of your phone after Natalie and you split up, but…”

“We didn’t split up. I divorced her,” I said.

“I swear. You’re one difficult motherfucker. Nobody here is out to get you,” he said.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and shook my head. “Never said anybody was out to fucking get me.”

“Sit down. You make me nervous looming over me like that,” he said.

I sat down and glared in his direction.

“You didn’t have to say you felt like anyone was out to get you. You fucking act like it. Now this brings up another thing. Answer this. When was the last time you did anything with anyone in the club that wasn’t mandatory?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced around the room. After a moment of calming down, I turned my eyes toward Axton.

“When was the last time you did anything with anyone except with the five or six motherfuckers you run with? Fucking never. You gonna tell me who I got to run with now?” I asked.

“That wasn’t what I was…” He paused and shook his head, obviously frustrated. It made two of us.

He glared at me as he responded. “To answer your question, no I’m not going to tell you who to run with. Who you run with is your business.”

“That it?” I asked as I pushed myself away from the table.

“Get a phone,” he said.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“You tossed your phone in the bon fire after you found those text messages from Natalie on it. We all figured you’d get one after a while, and we’re coming up on two years here pretty quick, and you still don’t have a god damned phone. What if someone needs to get ahold of you?” he asked.

I stood from my seat, turned toward the door, and took a few steps. After exhaling what little breath I had in my lungs, I turned to face him.

“Anybody I care about needs anything from me, they know how to find me,” I said.

And I walked out the door.