Page 63 of Grumpy Sunshine

When men throw up, it’s not quiet.

I had four club brothers in and out of my room in the ten minutes I spent in the bathroom, and it was when Doc finally made his appearance that I decided that I would take Aella up on that offer of her place after all.

I’d been at Aella’s place for two hours when I heard the door open.

I blinked open crusty eyes and listened.

Movement.

Shuffling.

Voices.

“Oh, thank you so much for opening my daughter’s door,” I heard replied.“I know that you didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.I want to surprise her with dinner for her birthday.”

“I see the cake there,” a man replied.“That’s awfully sweet of you.My mom would’ve never surprised me with birthday dinner.”

“I just love my kids,” Trini lied.

That fuckin’ bitch.

“I’ll leave you to it.Let me know if you’ll be needing anything else,” the man returned.

“Oh, I will,” Trini replied, sounding so sickly sweet that even my teeth hurt.

Though, that might be the flu currently ravaging my body.

Either way, I waited until I heard the door close before I got up out of bed and grabbed my Glock before rounding the corner of the bed and aiming for the living room.

“Stupid fuckin’ bitch,” Trini snarled the moment the door closed.“You’re so fuckin’ easy it’s unreal.”

She walked to the cake that I’d bought for Aella a few days ago and reached down to dig her finger through the icing, but I stopped her before the disgusting digit could touch my girl’s cake.

“Stop,” I said carefully, the lethargy in my arms making it extremely hard to hold up the gun in my hand.

Trini whirled around, the cake lid dropping down over the cake as she did and stared in shock.

“Didn’t expect anyone to be here?”I chuckled.“Your bad.”

“I…” She trailed off when I gestured for her to take a seat at the kitchen table with the gun.

She sat heavily, her eyes wide, and stared at me in shock.

I could practically see her wheels turning.

She was going to try to get away, but I wouldn’t be letting her this time.

I walked up behind her and placed my gun to her head.

“I should shoot you,” I said, sounding just as unfeeling as I’d meant to.“Take you out of your daughters’ lives so you don’t ruin them anymore than you already have.”

There was a long moment of silence and then, “I haven’t done shit.”

“You have,” I disagreed as I caught the string of the apron that was hanging beside the kitchen sink on the wall.“But I’m not going to sit here and argue with you.”

I quickly tied her wrists behind her to the chair, making sure to make it tight so there was no way she would get out.

Then I shoved the gun into my waistband and headed back to the bedroom where my phone was charging next to Aella’s bed.

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