Page 88 of A Hurt So Good

“What do we do now?”

“We find out who the fuck was sending that shit, and we end them,” I tell them.

“Do I at least get that kill?” War asks, sounding impatient.

“Yeah, you can have that kill,” I tell him with a laugh. We walk back to the house and I go in to check on Sasha before we do anything else. I drop down on the couch, and she stares at me.

“You didn’t do anything to her?” she asks once more. I smile and shake my head.

“None of us did anything to her, Sasha. I promise. Someone has been fucking with her in text messages. She assumed the pictures they sent were real, but they weren’t. I mean, they are, but they’re old.”

“Who the hell is messing with her?” she snaps. I know she and Arya have a bond now. One that can’t be broken.

“We don’t know. Trying to find out,” War answers.

“So she smashed up your car for nothing?” She cringes a little.

“I’ll make her pay for that,” I tell Sasha. She slaps at me and gives me a nasty look while I laugh.

“Is she okay?” she asks now.

“She’ll be fine. She’s strong. Tough, like you,” Harlon tells her.

“That I already know. I’m asking if she’s okay.”

“She will be. We just need to figure all this shit out,” I tell her.

“And when you do, I hope you handle the problem,” she adds, glaring at the three of us.

“It’ll be handled,” War says casually.

“Listen, Sasha. The three of us, we’re out. We’re not running blues anymore,” I tell her. She raises her eyebrows as she looks at me and then the other two.

“Why?”

“You and Arya deserve more than this. You know we’ve been working with my dad, and we plan on getting a bigger place,” I tell her. These are things me and the guys have been talking about and I think it needs to happen sooner rather than later.

“Where?”

“Not on this side of town,” Har tells her.

“You’re going to make me go to school with those uppity ass rich people?” We all laugh at her. I know how much that would piss her off, but there are better schools over there. “And what about mom?”

“I didn’t say it was happening today,” I remind her.

“Oh. So I still have time with her?” I nod.

“As much time as she has left,” I tell her. She nods her head and scoots closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Thanks, Denz. For everything.”

Chapter 35

Warren

I’m aggravated. Agitated. On edge. Pissed. I don’t fucking know what I am anymore. I’ve taken out my frustrations on the bag in the gym as much as I can. I’ve even sparred with a few friends, but they gave up when I’d knock them the fuck out.

Now we’re sitting in the basement waiting for dad’s contact to get back to us about the unknown number. It’s been a fucking week. A week of not seeing her, touching her, being near her. Dad has kept her locked in his room so that she’d have privacy. He’s been sleeping in the spare room, but not far from her if she needs anything. He said that he talked to her and told her that those photos were tampered with. She was shocked and upset and thought we hated her.

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