Page 44 of Bound by Affliction
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Green
Waiting rooms suck.I’ve spent way too much fucking time in them. This one is small with tan walls and some kind of art on them. There are about ten chairs and two are occupied by women on the other side of me. They seem to be together, but whoknows.
Other than the occasional word between the women, the place is as quiet as amorgue.
The time is coming for me to leave Florida. I know it. She knows it. It’s been the elephant in the room for the past week plus, neither of us wanting to talk about it. More like avoiding it like theplague.
I wish she would just come with me. The thoughts of just putting her on my bike are now even more appealing. Trying to be the good guy here is hard as fuck. Only for Leah would I wade through so much shit. She’s worth it. I just wish she’d know she is. That’s going to be my goal in the next couple ofdays.
My hand glides over my face. I only have a couple of days and I have to get back.Fuck.
The door opens. I stand and move toward Anne. There’s a tingle at the back of my neck as I look around her and don’t seeLeah.
Anne’s eyes are worried. All of this not settling onebit.
“Where is she?” I demand and notice Anne take a deep breath. Why is it you know when a big blow is coming and no matter how much you say that you can hack it, it always seems to knock the wind out ofya.
“Green, she asked me to tell you that she wanted to go out shopping for a while and will meet you back at her apartment in a couple ofhours.”
I want to reach out and strangle this woman as hot lava melts the inside of me. Jacks told me once that I was someone different when anger took over. I just felt likeme.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” I roar as Anne takes a step back, and the women behind me gasp. “She hasn’t been out by herself since before they hurt her, and you just let hergo!”
“Green, I need you to calmdown.”
My body vibrates as I clench my fists. A person shouldn’t be this angry, to the point where nothing else in the world matters except one thing. That everything on earth could be destroyed around me and still, my focus would be onLeah.
“Calm down? Are you fucking kidding me! How the hell did she get out?” I charge through the doorway they use for therapy and instantly see the extra door. “Son of amotherfucker!”
“Green, please, you’re scaring my otherclients.”
“Scaring them?” I look over at the women. “Don’t trust this fuckin’ woman. She’s a damnmoron.”
Anne crosses her arms over her chest. “She needed space and time to sort herself out. She’s my client and I work with her, not you. You get nosay.”
“The fuck I don’t!” I roar. “How longago?”
“About fifteen minutesago.”
It takes every ounce of strength to hold back from punching this bitch in the face and flattening her out. It’s a very thin thread, but it’s saving her thistime.
“You’d better fuckin’ hope I find her and she’s okay. If she’s not, I’ll beback.”
Her body turns stock-still, and I don’t give a fuck. Flying out the door, I see the one that Leah went out of. I pull out my phone and dial her number. It goes to voicemail where I leave a‘Fuckin’ call me, Leah’message.
Storming out of the building, Leah is nowhere in sight. Hundreds of people and no Leah. My heart thumps quickly as the adrenaline spikes. I have to find my girl and tan her hide. Not that I’d lay a finger on her, but hell I’d like to rightnow.
Right away I pull out my phone calling Buzz, one of my brothers who is a techmaster. I need him to see if Leah has a tracking device on her phone. Most people do when the phone is turned on. It couldhelp.
Buzz has no luck, meaning her phone is off. Fuckme.
An hour now I’ve been looking with no luck. How could she be like a grain of sand and slip through my fingers? I head to her apartment hoping like hell she’s there andsafe.
Pulling up to her apartment, I park the bike and race up to her door, letting myself in. When I do, the world tilts on its axis and not in a good way. Leah’s apartment is destroyed. Dishes are smashed on the floor in pieces along with the glasses. Sheets are shredded on the bed along with both Leah and my clothes from the small closet. The couch is overturned with stuffing coming out of everywhere, and there are only splintered pieces of wood left of the table andchairs.
Colorful spray paint covers the walls, but it’s the words ‘I’ll get you, bitch’ that stand out among the other derogatory phrases. The only trouble Leah’s had, has been with the Red Devils MC and those assholes who touched her. Cruz smoothed everything over with their president, or at least Ithought.
