Page 50 of Ink Wars

It’s not enough though. I push over the desk, throw the chair, and punch the wall so hard the sheetrock is left crumbling.

“Fuck,” I shout, pulling at my hair.

“Corbin, what the fuck man, open the door,” Harry says, knocking.

I close my eyes and scrub my face. “Harry, get the fuck away from this door before I reach through it and beat your fucking ass.”

He laughs and it pisses me off even more. “You’re going to beat my ass? Come out and show me because we both know I’ll lay you out long before you touch me.”

“Fuck you, Harry,” I shout.

“Why don’t you stop being a pussy and tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asks. “Come out here and talk to us.”

I don’t want to talk. I don’t even want to take another breath, but I open the door and push him out of the way. I sit down on the couch and run my hands through my hair.

“Damn, what the fuck happened?” Waylen asks, sitting next to me.

Harry stays standing with his arms crossed and they both stare at me.

“Lucas wants to do the tattooing here tomorrow and Leah got all pissed off and jealous. She walked away,” I say, keeping my focus on the floor.

“Fuck,” Waylen whispers.

“So, your solution is to break shit here and act like the asshole you told her you aren’t?” Harry asks.

I snap my head to him as I tighten my hands into fists. “What the fuck?”

He shakes his head and steps closer. “Corbin Stoll fights for what he wants. He doesn’t sit back like a beaten dog. If you want to prove to her that she’s wrong, fucking fix it.”

I blow out a breath and scrub my face, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. “I don’t know how,” I whisper.

“Sure you do. You just need a clear head to realize that,” Harry says.

I look up at him and he grins. “I suck at relationships but I’m good at advice,” he says, shrugging.

I chuckle and shake my head. “She wants Inkify to get the recognition that we will. How the hell am I supposed to fix that?”

Harry slaps my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You’re a smart man, think about it.”

I am a smart man but right now my heart is bleeding, and I can’t think of anything but watching the only woman I’ve ever loved walk away from me.

How the hell am I supposed to fix that?

I lean back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. “I need time to think.”

I have no idea if it’s been five minutes or two hours but the only thing I can focus on is the pain I saw in Leah’s face.

There’s a knock on the door and we all turn to look.

“Times up man, Lucas is here,” Waylen says, standing up.

Fuck, Lucas is here to get pre-production shots of Sabbath and do an interview.

Waylen is right, my time is up.

Chapter 15

Leah

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