Page 68 of Gunner

Shit.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I bit my lip and flashed King a sheepish look, before admitting, “I might have been sitting outside her house and saw Indie go in with her gear.”

“Jesus Christ, Gunner. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“How is that any different from you showing up at Grace’s house in the middle of the goddamn night?”

King snapped his eyes to mine, and they quickly narrowed.

Yea, brother, we all fucking know.

“The fucking difference is, when I show up at Grace’s house, I knock on the fucking door, and she lets me in. She knows I’m fucking there. I’m not watching her outside like a fucking peeping Tom.”

Ok, so he might have a point.

At least he finally admitted there was something going on with Grace.

“I ain’t looking in her windows, just watching over her until she goes to bed.”

“Do you fucking hear yourself? You’re stalking this woman!” King stood from his chair and paced the room. “If she tells Dec, I’m gonna let him throw your ass in jail.”

“What the fuck?”

“Why the fuck did I want my own goddamn chapter? Why the fuck did I want to be in charge of a bunch of fucking children?”

King was muttering to himself.

I had known him long enough to know he wasn’t really looking for an answer. At least, not from me.

He swung around and leaned down in my face.

“You will leave that woman alone.”

Fuck no.

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly that, but he continued before I could say anything.

“No, you say a fucking word and you’re done. You will leave her alone. You will stop stalking her or I’ll take your fucking patch. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” I said through gritted teeth.

I wasn’t letting Haizley go. I would just have to be more careful.

“Get the fuck out. And don’t go near her room.”

Standing from my seat, I walked toward the door without a word. Before walking out of church, I turned and looked my president in the eye.

“I won’t give her up. I will back off for now. But she’s fucking mine, and I won’t walk away from what I want like a fucking pussy.”

I walked away, knowing the words I threw in his face would piss him off. If he wanted to be miserable and alone his whole fucking life, that was on him.

The next morning, I was up early. I wanted to be downstairs when she woke up. I wouldn’t speak to her. I wouldn’t touch her.Sure, that would fucking suck. But I would watch her. No one would stop me from watching her.

The eyes I was born with gave me the right to see whatever the fuck I wanted to. And what I wanted to see was her.

I needed to know she was ok.

I understood she was angry.

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