Page 142 of Broken Dreams

It’s been helping the anxious energy inside of him that I expect is his heat wanting to break through. As Adrain said, there’s not going to be any way to know when it’ll happen until it does.

It could be tomorrow or a month from now.

Dr. Adrain says his goodbyes soon after, and we walk out to the car, leaving him and the hospital behind. Quinn and Linus both look tired, which makes sense since we’ve been here for the past four hours.

“We’re going to pick up your mom, and then I’m going to make a quick dinner,” I say to Quinn as I start the car. “Then, the two of you can take a nap. It’s been a long day.”

Nodding, she yawns.

At least we have some answers now. Bret hasn’t permanently fucked anything up, either.

Speaking of the dickwad, Callum can’t find any trace of him. His contact confirmed that the club is still functioning, but that’s all. I have a feeling it’s not the last we’ll see of him.

That would just be too easy, right?

One week later

CHRISTIAN

Six in themorning is my idea of hell. No one should ever do fuck all this early, yet here I am in a pair of jeans, long sleeved shirt to help protect me from the sun, and thick work boots. All this shit is brand new, because I’m either in a suit or sweatpants at home.

“Hey, city boy,” a woman says with a laugh as she joins me. “Put this on so we don’t have to worry about your brains leaking out or something if you get hit, yeah?”

Frowning as I put the hard hat on that matches hers, I say, “That’s very reassuring, Meryl. I’d like to keep my brains on the inside of my skull, thanks.”

More people are walking onto the construction site, which is a large lot in a quiet neighborhood. From what I can see, there’s a bus stop nearby, and it’s not far from downtown and the surrounding areas. As far as locations for a transitional living space, this is a good one.

I still think that I’m going to make a fool of myself here, but I did some research on Omega’s Haven, and it’s a really good organization. It’s done more than most in creating resources foromegas. If Linus and Quinn were to be alone in a city without any support, this is the city I’d want them to be in.

Pulling the work gloves out of my back pocket, I shake my head.

“I’m going to try not to be completely terrible at this, but I can’t make any promises,” I mutter.

“Good, I wouldn’t believe you if you tried,” Meryl says with a smirk.

She’s a sassy fucking alpha, with a ‘give no fucks’ attitude, but she hasn’t thrown me out yet. I’ll take that as progress. Today is actually my third day, yet she puts me through my paces every time I step onto the property.

The foundation has been laid for this house that’s going to be set up as a series of apartments and will be two levels high. I’m working each day next to someone who actually knows what they’re fucking doing, and for the most part, I haven’t burned anything down or lost a finger, yet.

It’s backbreaking work, though, and I’m exhausted by the time we call it at five every afternoon. Starting a project like this at the end of summer probably isn’t the best idea, but they have a goal to finish building it before the first snowfall.

That means having bodies on the worksite who can work.

The hours pass by as we build, and I do whatever I’m asked. It doesn’t matter what it is, I do it because I made the decision to be here.

I’m selfish. It’s true. I like my life and my bubble, and I let very few people in. I have no friends, contrived people skills because it gets me what I want, and a very limited scope of society.

My parents did the best they could, but we scraped by. We were poor, I went hungry often, and my mother overdosed on drugs when I was sixteen. I left home soon after that, joined agang, working my way up the ranks until I found my niche in arms dealing.

I now supply that gang with weapons, and they pretend they don’t know me in any other capacity. I was lucky that they let me go.

Slowly, I get to see the progress of the framework of the house, throwing myself into the work until it’s time to go home today. If I lose myself in it all, then the hours fly by.

Taking a long sip of water, I take a few steps back to check out the progress of the house.

“You’re still in one piece, I see,” Meryl quips as she pulls her hair into a messy bun. “We’ll see if you show up tomorrow, pretty boy.”

Ha, the joke’s on her. I have to be here, but more importantly, I think I’m starting to like it.

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