Page 34 of Goose

Climbing out of bed, I grab my boxers and head down the stairs. I reach the bottom and realize the house is eerily quiet. I look in the kitchen and see a note on the kitchen island.

Picking it up, I slowly read it.

Goose,

I made you breakfast. It’s in the oven, just heat it up. Coffee is all set, just press the button and you’ll be good. I headed to the clubhouse, lot’s to do today. Thanks for last night.

Xoxo Bambi

I crumple the paper up and toss it across the room. She knows I would have gotten up with her for breakfast. Once again, Bambi wants to play these fucking games with me.

I storm up the stairs and quickly get dressed. Throwing my cut on, I head outside and start my motorcycle.

The wind whips in my face as I fly down the roads and into town. Coming up to the clubhouse, the Prospects rush to open the gate for me.

I park my bike right up front and stomp inside. Looking around, all my Brother’s turn and stare at me.

They can see the rage. They know the darkness has taken over me once again.

Not stopping to talk, I storm through the clubhouse looking for Bambi. I throw open the door to the kitchen and see her humming while cleaning.

I rush over to her and grab her arm. Bambi gasps as I spin her around.

“What the fuck, Goose?”

“Yeah, what the fuck is a good question, Bambi. Why did you run out this morning? And don’t give me some bullshit excuse. You knew I would have gotten up early.”

Bambi rips her arm away from me. “That’s not an excuse. It’s the truth. You got what you wanted last night, and I knew you would be a different person this morning. Just saving us the trouble of an argument.”

I growl as I get closer to her. “It’s not like that, Bambi. You know that.”

“Sawyer. We both know things aren’t going to change. You’ll always be the same because you can’t get over the past. I left this morning before you did. I didn’t give you a chance to break my heart, yet again.”

“Bambi, please. Can we just talk about it?”

She turns on her heel and doesn’t even look back at me, “I can’t stop and chit chat with you, Goose. There’s a lot to be done around here and I can’t slack on my job.”

“Fine. I’ll come to the club tonight and we can talk.”

“Fine, but-”

The walk-in pantry door flies open and Mad Dog comes out. “No, you won’t. I don’t need your fucking drama there tonight. She doesn’t want to talk so just leave.”

Mad Dog has no place in this fight and is starting to piss me off. I slam my hand against the wall in anger.

“Fuck off, Mad Dog. This isn’t your place.”

He just shakes his head, “It is when you’re bothering my employee and friend.”

I’ve had enough of all this bullshit around Bambi. I rush forward and throw a punch that lands right in Mad Dog’s face.

He flies to the ground and I climb on top of him, raining my fists down on him. I can hear Bambi’s heels click as she runs out of the kitchen.

Mad Dog tries to get some punches in, but I’m too strong and too angry.

This is what happens when I can’t rein in that rage. When the destruction gets ahold of me and controls my every fucking thought. All I see is red as I pound on my brother’s face.

Suddenly, two firm hands pull me off of Mad Dog and throw me to the ground.

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