Page 18 of Three Little Words

I put my marker down and looked up at him. “I don’t know. You’re a grown man. Go look in the fridge and figure something out.”

Bryan’s brows furrowed. “Jesus Christ. Don’t be a fucking bitch, Bryn.”

I looked up.

He was living in my apartment. He barely paid bills—he’d give me a wad of cash every three months or so, promising to pay me more later.

He ate my food, used my things, and still expected me to baby him.

Not anymore.

“If you’re so big and bad, maybe you should find your own place to live.”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t accept his apology.

I never did.

But somehow, I hadn’t kicked him out yet.

Deep down, I knew that, no matter how bad it got, I never would.

Even if he was an asshole now, Bryan was all I had left.

“Where were you last night, anyway?” I asked.

“Out.”

That’s all I got. Vague answers.

He was up to something criminal, I was sure of it, but he wouldn’t tell me what.

Either because he knew I’d be furious, or…to try and protect me.

But if he crossed the wrong people, it wouldn’t matter how hard he tried to protect me. They’d kill me, or him, or both of us.

I sighed heavily. “That’s what you always say. Out. Were you with the motorcycle club, then?”

“Yeah. Who the hell else would I be with?”

“God, Bryan, don’t talk to me like that.”

“Well, quit nagging! It’s club business. I can’t talk about it to anyone but club members.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’ve changed. And it’s bad.”

“Okay, so?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Good for you.”

“God, Bryan, you’re such a dick now!”

“Yeah? And when did you turn into such a bitch?”

I clenched my jaw.

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