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“What happened?” I asked him.
He sighed, then ran his hand through his hair, “One of the babies passed.”
I was freaking confused, “What are you talking about? What baby?”
Storm cocked an eyebrow, staring at me, and then I watched as realization came over his face, and then he shook his head and fucking walked off.
The rest of the night went on the same; I drank beer. Then after said beer, I took shot after shot. Recalling the look Storm had shot at me. He was… disappointed in me.
Luckily, I was able to slow down halfway through the night. Well…. It was more like one or two in the morning but who fucking cares?
The night was going decent until Summer started her pouty clingy shit.
I shoved her off of me more than once and this last time she tried to grab my junk.
Now I don’t hurt women unless you’re trying to kill me or someone I know. I grabbed her wrist and twisted it with enough force for it to pain her but not break it.
Leaning down to whisper, because like hell was, I going to blast what went down and have anyone say something to Raine that will hurt her more before I have a chance to explain, “I’ve told you more than once to stop your shit, Summer. My head was in a bad place earlier. It fucking isn’t now. You try and touch me one more goddamn time you’ll find yourself out on your ass.”
She started to struggle but I didn’t let up on my grip, then she cried out, “Ow you broke my wrist, I can’t move it.”
Everyone busted out laughing.
“Honey, if he wanted to break your wrist he would have. Hell, he could kill you with his pinky and not even break a sweat. So seriously stop your shit. It’s getting fucking old.” Red called out.
I nodded at him and decided I’d had enough of the party.
Letting go of her wrist, I pushed back roughly and then headed to my room.
Laying back in my bed, I realized something.
If I ever wanted to see her smile at me like she used to, so free, so abandoned, then I had a lot of ground to cover where she was concerned.
And I had a lot of groveling to do.
So, if that meant eating crow, then I was fucking eating crow.
But not before meeting this fucker named Kink and teaching him a fucking lesson, which I did the very next day, and then dropped his fucking ass at the hospital for them to put stitches in his face, and still no answer from Raine.
I was sitting at the bar, refreshing my screen on my phone once again to see if she had responded to the many apparently drunk texts, I had sent her last night.
And all of them, fucking all of them showed as delivered.
Not fucking read.
Sighing, and recalling the way Storm had reacted to me last night when I asked him about the baby, I pulled up my emails, and then went to the very first one she sent me while I was gone and started to read.
…. Knowing that she had reached out to me to tell me what she was volunteering for, and knowing that I didn’t reply to her… I didn’t think anything could make me feel any less of a man.
But I was wrong.
Oh, so wrong.
That was because a notification from Raine’s Insta hit my phone.
Hitting the notification immediately to see what she was up to… I was thankful my phone was in a hard case.
Because I sat there as it bounced off the wall and then dropped to the floor.
