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He’d never come back here again.
Why?
He was destroyed by this place. Deep down, he wished he never came here.
“It’s effective immediately,” he said, not giving them two weeks’ notice to replace them. He was expendable here, and he knew it.
After getting read the riot act by his boss—his ex-boss, Tommy hung up.
Inside, he felt cold, dead, and empty. Like the one last part of him that had any feelings was stomped to pieces and destroyed.
He was annihilated by love.
Going to his room, he picked up the picture of him and Gene, and he smashed it to bits on the edge of the dresser, letting out his rage. He tore the picture into pieces, and threw it into the garbage.
Still, he wasn’t satisfied.
It didn’t help ease the pain.
Then again, nothing likely would.
Then, he took out his gun, loaded it, and tucked it into his belt.
Packing a bag, he grabbed his things, and headed out to his car.
To take a trip.
Tommy had something he needed to handle.
Once and for all.
And he was going to prove that he was no one’s doormat.
Ever again.
Chapter Thirteen
The Woods
Heading To Poe’s
Wednesday
Early Evening
The silence of the woods was unnerving, and Gamble was on full alert, making sure he listened to every single sound around him. His bottom line was making it back to Poe, so he didn’t leave him alone.
He couldn’t do that.
He had to survive, or Gamble wouldn’t be okay ever again.
For now, though, the hike back to the house had been a slow one. Granted, Gamble had covered a great deal of ground as he moved quickly and quietly.
He wasn’t sure where the mercenaries would be hiding, and that meant choosing each step carefully.
One mistake, and he’d be in some serious shit, which would mean he couldn’t get back to Poe.
His Poe.
