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door.
    I pictured her diving to her bed
and crying.
    My hands were shaking like loose
leaves in an autumn breeze.
    I spun around and threw a right
fist at the wall. I smashed through the drywall but then quickly found out -
and remembered - it was a fucking converted garage. My punch ended where the
concrete wall began under the drywall.
    I growled and pulled my fist back.
I walked to the fridge and grabbed a fresh beer.
    Then I sat at the table, lifting
the beer bottle with my right hand, fresh blood running down my hand and
dripping to the floor.
    I didn ’ t give a shit.
    Then I remembered the gun I had
brought.
    Maybe I could just finish the
job myself …
     

8.

    (Winter)
     
    I opened the bedroom door slowly. I
saw a hole in the wall and saw blood on the table. I walked to the table and
saw Tripp ’ s gun sitting
there. When I turned, I saw him on the couch. His hands behind his head, his
right foot on the floor, his left leg stretched out. The couch was too small
for his muscular body, but there was only one bed in the place.
    And like hell I was going to share
my bed with Tripp. He was here to protect me and nothing more.
    Even though I tried to throw
myself at him last night.
    Could anyone honestly blame me
though? I ’ d been trapped in
a world of darkness and mental torture for almost my entire life. The day I
found out Rocky had been killed, I thought for a second I had a sliver of hope
at surviving. But then the MC was right there. They all claimed they were going
to take care of me, but I knew eventually one of them would choose me as their
own.
    I thought about waking up Tripp and
apologizing for last night, but I decided against it. The front door was
locked, the windows all shut. I was as good as protected for the moment.
    After making coffee, I tossed up
some scrambled eggs. I had exactly five eggs left to eat. I guess if Sarah wasn ’ t going to show up with a bag of
groceries again, I ’ d have
to take care of myself. I doubted that Sarah would be in a good mood with me
after Tripp jacked up Harlan. But Harlan had that coming though. He shouldn ’ t have snuck into my place.
    It really bothered me more I
thought about it.
    Him sitting there in the dark with
a gun.
    What if I was alone?
    What was his real intention of
being in my place?
    I glanced back at the couch and
smirked. Tripp might have saved me big time last night. Off to a good start, I
guess.
    I cleaned up the dining room table
and put the eggs and coffee on it. In the back of my mind, I wondered what the
hell was really going on. The MC had power and strength. Yet Stoney called in a
favor to have me protected? The pieces to the puzzle were not adding up.
    Tripp sat up and looked right at
me. His eyes were a little weary but still so damn sexy. He looked around my
place and then stood up. He grabbed his gun and tucked it away.
    Then he stretched.
    His shirt pulled up a little,
revealing enough stomach muscle to make any decent woman ’ s panties writhe with moisture. That included my
own. I looked down at the coffee and eggs on the table.
    “ Breakfast, ” I said.
    “ I
smell it, ” Tripp said. “ Thank you. ”
    “ Yeah.
Sure. ”
    He walked to the table and sat
down.
    The silence was very weird. We
exchanged a few glances and the soundtrack to our breakfast was a fork hitting
the plate, a fork scraping off teeth, and the slurp of hot coffee.
    Finally, I put everything down. “ I ’ m
sorry about last night. ”
    “ What
about? ”
    “ Tripp,
we were drunk but not that drunk. I shouldn ’ t
have pushed at you like I did, okay? I ’ m
sorry. I ’ m scared. I don ’ t understand what ’ s happening or why. ”
    “ I
call bullshit on that, darling. ”
    “ Oh? ”
    “ Yeah,
you heard me. You ’ re tangled
up with a MC and you have the guts to tell me you don ’ t understand what ’ s
happening? I ’ m sure if you
thought about it real hard, you could find some skeletons hanging around your
closet. If you want me to