Page 14 of Luckiest Love
Sean had a stutter and didn’t do well with looking people in the eye, he didn’t like people in general.
There were several people who didn’t want Sean to be the leader after Sean’s parents died, but Sean proved his worth day after day.
He changed how everything was run and Gage didn’t mind or question the changes.
He didn’t give a fuck what happened. He just wanted to do his job and that was that.
But now? Now he didn’t know. She was everything he didn’t know he needed.
He shut that thought down. He didn’t need anything or anyone.
He learned that lesson long ago when Renee died and he refused to try again.
He got into his car and was glad his clean up crew had already gotten to the body he left behind.
He hated that Jimmy almost got the drop on him. That the fucker had a knife and instead of taking his punishment like a fucking man, he fought.
He didn’t fight well, but he got a few good swipes in. Jimmy wasn’t as dumb as Gage had originally thought.
He was just glad that fucker was dead.
Gage drove to Sean’s house and knocked on the door.
Sean opened it moments later and his eyebrows raised, “What t-the fuck Gage?”
Gage nodded, “Jimmy. Fucking shit head had a knife and swiped me twice. He fought really hard, but he is gone now.”
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose, “I didn’t need this. God damn it. I’m just trying to make life a little better. But those s-shits won’t do it. Have to fucking fight the new way.”
Gage stayed silent, knowing Sean was right.
“I wish I could do more for you.”
Sean shook his head, “You have done enough. Go home, get some rest. Did you stitch up your wounds yourself?”
Gage shook his head, but didn’t say more and knew Sean wouldn’t push. They both weren’t much for talking.
Gage left Sean’s house and drove to his and the minute he walked in the door, he looked around his empty house and while it was mainly used for him to sleep and to get away from the world, it looked like it.
He didn’t live there. Just survived there. It wasn’t a home. Just the bare bones of a house.
And he didn’t care.
But something in the back of his mind niggled at him. Honor wouldn’t want it this way.
She would spread sunshine wherever she was and that included his home.
He just knew it. He looked over at the black-out curtains that covered the windows and knew that she would want the light inside.
He squeezed his eyes shut. She wasn’t coming here. Ever.
She wasn’t his. He just had to keep reminding himself of that small fact.
He walked up to his room and straight to his shower, shedding his clothes as he did.
He turned the shower on and he stepped inside, hissing when the water made contact with his wounds.
He needed to clean the blood off himself though.
