Page 10 of Gunner

“Shut the fuck up, all of you. She isn’t for me. She’s for you fuckers.”

“I have a woman,” Blade called out.

“Me too!” Jack cried.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you,” King barked. He turned to me with a glower of annoyance. “What the fuck is she for?”

“She’s a therapist.”

King’s mouth dropped open and he sat back in his chair. Everyone was silent for far too long, and then all at once the shouting began.

“I don’t need a fucking shrink.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“We handle our shit.”

“I’m not talking about my fucking feelings.”

“Hold on, Gunner, are you trying to fuck this woman? Is she holding out? Why the fuck do you think we need therapy?” Ghost asked.

Cash glared at me as he leaned forward with his arms on the table.

“That fucking woman from the bar?” he snarled.

“What woman?” King asked.

Cash closed his mouth and sat back.

I knew he wouldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t admit he wasn’t handling his shit well. We didn’t expect miracles. It had only been a week.

“The night Tank and Ben brought Cash home from the bar, he put his hands on a woman—”

“I grabbed her wrist. I didn’t put my fucking hands on her.”

King turned to look at his VP. “Why the fuck did you grab her wrist?”

“She was touching me. Situation was no different from when the girls touch us here and we’re not feeling it. I removed her hand from my arm.”

“Then held it too tight until I made you let go. You left a red mark behind.”

Cash snapped his gaze to mine.

I saw the surprise on his face. His intoxication left him unaware of his actions. However, that didn’t make it ok.

“Why were you at the bar and not here?” Blade asked.

Cash closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

“Because he doesn’t want us cutting him off.”

“Why didn’t Grace cut him off?” Jack asked.

“Because King told her if she ever cut off a brother, she would lose her job,” Jingles explained.

“That is not what I fucking said.”

We all looked at our president.

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