Page 76 of Grumpy Sunshine

“We just got him back,” I rasped.

“I know.”Webber sounded sickened.“That’s why I need this man gone.”

I knew what he was asking.

He didn’t want us to have to deal with that motherfucker being alive.

Not after what he’d done to two of the most beloved people in our entire club.

Anger burned through my senses.

My heart was broken, the anger started to haze the corners of my vision, and my heart rate picked up to an unhealthy state.

“I’ll handle it.”

Webber hung up moments later, leaving me staring at nothing.

I don’t know how long I stood there for, but it was the light touch on my arm that had me staring at the woman that I was in love with that had me making my move.

I pulled her to me without thought, slammed my mouth down onto hers, tasting everything that was Aella, then pulled away and disappeared into the room where I started washing my hands.

My heart rate was still elevated as I made it into the OR.

Fingers slightly stiff from the anger that was pulsing through me, I scrubbed up alongside the surgeon.

“This kid killed thirty-two people,” the surgeon said with zero emotion in his voice.

I didn’t reply, because two of those people were people that I loved the most.

“You know who any of them were?”I asked.

“No, you?”he asked.

“No,” I lied.“Ready?”

We went into the operating room together.

Adrenaline does weird things to your body.

When your body is in fight mode, you produce it.It makes you faster, sharper, stronger.It helps you focus more intensely and you can perform for longer.

But when the adrenaline wears off, you’re left with this pent up energy that has to be released somehow.

It’s just unfortunate for Aella that she happened to be in that dark corridor near the even darker supply closet when I walked out of that surgery, uncaring about the life I’d just taken.

Eighteen

I’m such a ‘who TF touched my oh never mind I found it’ kind of person.

—Aella to Chevy

AELLA

I’d gone to tell him I’d found out that his family—the Truth Tellers MC—were in the waiting room.

I’d thought he might want to know that some of his people were here, having been affected by the accident.

I’d put my hand on his arm where he’d been staring down the length of the hallway, lost in thought.

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