Page 86 of Redemption
That with Jax’s protective nature, Cole’s soothing relaxation, and Hawk’s fun excitement, I’ve essentially created my own version of Darius 2.0?
Oh, holy shit...
I did, didn’t I?
What in the actual fuck?!
My gaze lifts to find Darius unmoving and silent, his focus far away as he takes in everything I’ve said so far. Despite my mind currently undergoing a mind-fuckery overhaul, I can’t help but think if this is too much for him to hear. It’s not a normal occurrence that you divulge your current relationship detailswith someone you used to sleep with and who is still in love with you. It’s a hard pill to swallow, I’m sure.
Deciding to give him a break to process everything, as well as providing myself a moment to figure out my own nonsense, I pull off the blankets. “I’m sorry. I’m just... going to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dare
Ho-ly. Fuck.
Holy fuck.
HOLY FUCK!
I watch as she makes her way out the door before I have a complete existential breakdown.
Jax.
Hawk.
AndCole.
Those are the three guys?!
HER THREE GUYS?!
This is a joke, right? This can’t be possible. First, I find out the love of my life is actually alive and came all the way down here just to find me. Good. Great. Grand. Awesome. Then, I find out that my friends are not only alive and thriving, but are currently banging my entire reason for existence!
Fucking. Hell.
My eyes lift to the ceiling, picturing the heavens just beyond as I silently call upon the assumed mastermind behind the chaos.
Uh... Jesus? It’s me... I know I haven’t talked to you in a while, and I’m not sure if you’ve forgotten about me in all this mayhem we’ve got going on around here, but... Seriously...? What the fuck?! I know. I know. I shouldn’t be questioning your master plan, but come on!I survived all that fucked-up shit you threw at me just to see my ex-fiancée fucking around with my fucking best friends?! FUCK!
I shake my head, unable to fully process any of it.
The mysterious plan. The strings of fate. Our diabolical destinies.
I call mine a steaming pile of bullshit.
A sharp whine comes from the foot of the bed, drawing my focus to the dog.
The fucking dog!
I knew her name might have been common, but holy shit!
Sadie.
Jax’s fucking service dog!
His service dog!!!!
