with disgust all over his face.
“You couldn’t bring Torch out here for this shit?” Clearly the
man is pissed, but I need to get his head right for him.
Stepping into his space, I get right in his face.
“This shit with you and Jada is affectin’ the club. You’re off your
game, and it hurts us. This shit ain’t goin’ to die down anytime
soon. We need you in this shit!” Grinding out between my
teeth, he steps up closer.
“You think I’m not handlin’ shit?” The rage that simmers inside
of him is threatening to explode free. I can see it in his eyes. At
least he’ll take it out on me, and not one of the other guys.
“No Creed. I think you’re lettin’ this shit with Jada cloud your
judgement. I get it brother, I do, but we need to watch our asses
here.” Creed blows out a breath before taking a step back. I
know things are getting hard for him but he’s a strong person.
“I feel like I’m losin’ her Tank.” Scrubbing his hand over his face,
I look at him. I get it, I’ve been there.
“Jada’s a lot of things Creed. Hard headed, strong, fierce, but
the one thing she isn’t, is a quitter. She needs some space. Let
her have that; let her find her way back. Life’s crazy for
everyone right now.” Creed nods, but I don’t know if he’s truly
listening to me.
“Let’s check this shit out, yeah?” Creed nods before he follows
me toward the building. I hope shit gets worked out soon. This
shit is crazy.
Chapter 31
Creed
Heading into this building, I don’t really give a shit about the
Dusts’ at the moment. I’m worried about Jada, and I think Tank
may be right. My head is messed up. I’m not right, and I need to
figure this out.
“Looks like a fuckin’ crack house.” Stepping over litter and
broken bottles, I look over at Tank as he chuckles.
“That’s what it seems like.” We keep walking but this shit is
nasty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such filth in my life.
Moving from room to room, it’s all the same. Litter and bottles,
that’s all you see around here.
“What do you think they are usin’ this for?” Tank stops walking
when I speak. His eyes are tracking something. I know how he
gets when he thinks, or sees something that’s off.
I don’t speak, I just follow behind him.
“Look. Right there.” Stepping up next to him, I follow his finger. I
focus on the area he’s pointing at when I see it.
“Trip wires. Son of a bitch.” My heart slams in my chest while
my hands clench at my sides. They are up to something, and I
don’t like not knowing what it is.
“Somethins’ back there.” Looking over at Tank, I know the
asshole is about to go back there and find out. Whatever I say
doesn’t matter at this point.
“How are we gettin’ past those?” Pointing at the wires, he
smiles. Sneaky bastard.
I follow Tank as we cautiously make our way toward the back
room. Standing there, I watch as my best friend follows the wire
back to its origins.
“Watch that shit up top Creed.” Nodding my head, I look up to
see two shotguns ready to fire as soon as those wires are
tripped. Shaking my head, I wonder what the hell is back there
that they have this shit set up like that.
Just as Tank snips the wires, I hear someone coming in.
“Shit! Tank.” Nodding toward the entrance I twirl my finger in
the air, letting him know we need to roll out, but he shakes his
head.
Damn him!
Glancing around for something to hide behind, I crouch behind a
table that’s been flipped over. Tank moves closer to the door
before plastering himself against the wall.
Shit could go a few ways here if there is more than one guy
coming in here.
Taking a deep breath, I wait for it.
Seconds tick by like the longest minutes of my life before a man
walks in carrying a food bag. I swallow hard as Tank heads
toward him.
“Nice to see.” His growl rips through the room before I stand
with gun drawn. Aimed right at the door, I look at the guy.
“You couldn’t bring Torch out here for this shit?” Clearly the
man is pissed, but I need to get his head right for him.
Stepping into his space, I get right in his face.
“This shit with you and Jada is affectin’ the club. You’re off your
game, and it hurts us. This shit ain’t goin’ to die down anytime
soon. We need you in this shit!” Grinding out between my
teeth, he steps up closer.
“You think I’m not handlin’ shit?” The rage that simmers inside
of him is threatening to explode free. I can see it in his eyes. At
least he’ll take it out on me, and not one of the other guys.
“No Creed. I think you’re lettin’ this shit with Jada cloud your
judgement. I get it brother, I do, but we need to watch our asses
here.” Creed blows out a breath before taking a step back. I
know things are getting hard for him but he’s a strong person.
“I feel like I’m losin’ her Tank.” Scrubbing his hand over his face,
I look at him. I get it, I’ve been there.
“Jada’s a lot of things Creed. Hard headed, strong, fierce, but
the one thing she isn’t, is a quitter. She needs some space. Let
her have that; let her find her way back. Life’s crazy for
everyone right now.” Creed nods, but I don’t know if he’s truly
listening to me.
“Let’s check this shit out, yeah?” Creed nods before he follows
me toward the building. I hope shit gets worked out soon. This
shit is crazy.
Chapter 31
Creed
Heading into this building, I don’t really give a shit about the
Dusts’ at the moment. I’m worried about Jada, and I think Tank
may be right. My head is messed up. I’m not right, and I need to
figure this out.
“Looks like a fuckin’ crack house.” Stepping over litter and
broken bottles, I look over at Tank as he chuckles.
“That’s what it seems like.” We keep walking but this shit is
nasty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such filth in my life.
Moving from room to room, it’s all the same. Litter and bottles,
that’s all you see around here.
“What do you think they are usin’ this for?” Tank stops walking
when I speak. His eyes are tracking something. I know how he
gets when he thinks, or sees something that’s off.
I don’t speak, I just follow behind him.
“Look. Right there.” Stepping up next to him, I follow his finger. I
focus on the area he’s pointing at when I see it.
“Trip wires. Son of a bitch.” My heart slams in my chest while
my hands clench at my sides. They are up to something, and I
don’t like not knowing what it is.
“Somethins’ back there.” Looking over at Tank, I know the
asshole is about to go back there and find out. Whatever I say
doesn’t matter at this point.
“How are we gettin’ past those?” Pointing at the wires, he
smiles. Sneaky bastard.
I follow Tank as we cautiously make our way toward the back
room. Standing there, I watch as my best friend follows the wire
back to its origins.
“Watch that shit up top Creed.” Nodding my head, I look up to
see two shotguns ready to fire as soon as those wires are
tripped. Shaking my head, I wonder what the hell is back there
that they have this shit set up like that.
Just as Tank snips the wires, I hear someone coming in.
“Shit! Tank.” Nodding toward the entrance I twirl my finger in
the air, letting him know we need to roll out, but he shakes his
head.
Damn him!
Glancing around for something to hide behind, I crouch behind a
table that’s been flipped over. Tank moves closer to the door
before plastering himself against the wall.
Shit could go a few ways here if there is more than one guy
coming in here.
Taking a deep breath, I wait for it.
Seconds tick by like the longest minutes of my life before a man
walks in carrying a food bag. I swallow hard as Tank heads
toward him.
“Nice to see.” His growl rips through the room before I stand
with gun drawn. Aimed right at the door, I look at the guy.
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