Page 56 of Anger

Glancing at Blue one last time to see she’s ignoring me, I rub at my jaw and head out of the club.

Patrick makes some snarky comment as I burst through the door, but I ignore him and walk to my truck.

Fuck this place.

Fuck Blue.

And fuck Patrick.

I have better things to do.

. . .

“What took you so long, princess? Is your time suddenly more valuable than mine?”

Priest sits at the makeshift reception area that is nothing more than an old desk with papers, tools and small car parts tossed haphazardly across it.

Turning to walk his direction, I spot Shane coming out of the office behind the desk, his perceptive gaze zeroing in on my face just before his eyes narrow and he storms toward me.

“The fuck happened there?”

Shane grabs my chin to turn my face, narrowed eyes examining what I assume will be a noticeable bruise tomorrow morning.

I jerk out of his hold.

“It’s nothing. I—“

“Don’t tell me Ezra did that.” He traps me eyes with his. “This bullshit with Emily needs to end. You two are going to kill each other over her.”

Fighting not to roll my eyes, I rub at my jaw, wincing to feel the tender spot where Blue’s foot caught me just right.

Beside us, I hear the squeak of Priest’s chair followed by the sound of his retreating steps as he walks into the office. When the door clicks shut behind him, Shane grimaces and steps back to look me over entirely.

“That fucking party was bullshit. Not only is Tanner losing his damn mind over the crap with Luca but Gabe is starting his shit with Ivy again, and now you and Ezra are at each other’s throats over Emily. What the hell is wrong with all of you?”

“Ezra didn’t do this. If you’d let me talk for one second, I could tell you that I—“

“Beers for everyone,” Priest interrupts as he steps out of the office. “‘Bout time too, because the emotional bullshit I can feel now that the princess has arrived is driving me crazy.”

Snatching a beer from his hand when he steps up, I narrow my eyes on him. “I’m not a fucking princess.”

“If you say so, Your Majesty. But my shop didn’t feel like a bunch of females sitting around getting their nails done and bitching about their feelings until you arrived.”

“I’m not the one bitching. Blame Shane.”

Shane grabs his beer from Priest.

“I’m not bitching. I’m just pointing out the obvious. And where the hell have you been anyway? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

The last thing I want to admit is that I’d blown them off to see some dancer at Myth. Shane’s already angry enough, and Priest would have a fucking field day to find out I’m bleeding out money to a fucking bouncer just to spend time with Blue.

Not that I’d give them all the details, but still … it’s none of their damn business.

“Got caught up watching a movie at the house and—“

“Probably some damn chick flick,” Priest grunts.

He pops the cap from his beer then grabs mine. “Let me open yours before you break a nail or something.”

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