Page 12 of Possession

Penny

I didn’t way it was!

*say

I’d never say that

Ollie

Then what’s the big deal?

Don’t you feel like me, Mase, and Vin deserve representation??

Don’t you LOVE us??

Vinnie

Good god

Penny

FINE

Ollie

Yay!

Mason

Vinnie

Penny

Yeah yeah

3

He actually fucking left.

Vinnie paced the length of his apartment, staring at his cell phone. He’d been texting Mason all day, even tried calling a couple of times, but no response.

First, he thought he was just being dramatic. That he’d taken his suitcase and was staying in a hotel or something for the night, but when he hadn’t come back that morning, a bad feeling had crept over Vinnie. He’d finally given in and checked to see where his phone was and found that it was making the trek back to Michigan.

Without him.

Mason had stopped moving about an hour before at a place Vinnie knew was the Devil’s Hands motorcycle club’s clubhouse. He thought for sure he would finally get at least a perfunctory text letting him know he’d arrived in one piece. Maybe even letting Vinnie know that he’d call him in the morning. Something.

But still nothing.

Vinnie gripped the back of his neck and squeezed, hard. The pain that had been radiating from the base of his skull and intohis shoulders for what felt like the entire twelve months they’d been in Atlanta was at an all-time high.

What the fuck was he doing?

What the fuck wasMasondoing?

For over a decade, it had been the two of them against the world. Ollie sometimes called their relationship codependent and unhealthy, but they’d leaned on each other for so long he’d thought neither one of them knew how to stand on their own anymore.

Apparently, he’d been wrong.

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