Page 71 of Nightmare

“I wasn’t,” I squeak. “I just...I was just...”

“What part of none of this is your fucking business did you not understand?” Western snarls at me, his tone icy.

“I know. I know. I screwed up. I didn’t...I don’t...”

I can’t even explain myself.

I can’t make up some lie that I accidentally ran into him and blurted out what I thought.

That isn’t even logical.

No, instead, I went to his place of work, and I told him what I knew.

I am so incredibly stupid.

“Get your shit,” Fury orders.

It pains me to see Fury angry, because Fury never seems angry.

“What?” I whisper.

“Go and get your shit,right now. You’re comin’ with us.”

“No,” I say quickly. “No, I can’t...”

“Get your shit, or I’ll fuckin’ drag you out of here without it,” Western warns.

He scares me when he’s like this.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, my voice pitiful and afraid.

His eyes flash to mine, horror filling them. As if I haven’t done enough, I go and throw that into the mix. When will I ever learn to shut my damned mouth?

“Get. In. The. Fucking. Truck.”

His voice is like a whip, and I move without further argument. I gather my things quickly, and then I follow them out to the truck. Once we’re on the road, I stare out the window and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. I’m scared, not just for myself but for what this could mean for the club. I should have thought about my actions.

One thing is for certain...I can’t release my story now.

It would be catastrophic.

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