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There was coughing and Sketch wrapped his arm around his middle like he was trying to hold his ribs still. Shit. That was not good.
“Charm?” Iron asked and the unsaid question was the same thing I was thinking.
“They’re bruised pretty good, but not broken,” Charming answered.
“I’m fine, just need a nap and I’ll be as good as new. Anyways, you wanna hear what I got to say, or not?” Sketch groaned then carried on without an answer. “They don’t know anything about what happened. It wasn’t them. But Dion said that his lil cuz was getting some big balls all of a sudden. Didn’t get a name, but I got some kinda chin jut that made me believe he was gonna handle it.”
“Fuck this is a mess,” Iron said studying Sketch like he was still trying to make sense of everything he’d said. “You need a doctor, and I’m not asking if youwantone?”
“Nah, I’m good, Prez.”
And then his eyes closed and his body started to relax.
“I, um, gave him something to calm his ass down. It’s been real fucking fun trying to clean him up.” Charming shrugged his shoulder like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Thanks, Charm. I’m gonna be in my office. Anyone need me, come get me,” Iron said, sounding as frustrated as I felt.
Then he was off, walking tall like he just hadn’t had a truckload of shit dumped on him in the last twenty-four hours.
After telling Charming to come get me if there were any changes with Sketch, I took my exhausted ass to my room.
Looking up at the ceiling, I hated everything about this room. The place that had once been my sanctuary, my peace, was now filled with memories and scents that taunted me for seconds on end. Her smell on my sheets. Her breathy pants echoing off the walls though she wasn’t there anymore. The look on her face as I came in the door. And then the look in her eyes when she saw me in nothing but a towel. The way her body felt underneath me, then on top of me as she slept wrapped in my arms.
