“You almost fucking killed us because of this need you have. Get your head in the game before you kill one of us. This only works because we’re both on the same side.” Henry spat the words at him, climbing behind the wheel. “Don’t come back to the fucking club until you’re ready to admit you’ve got a problem.”
Leaning against the car, he stared inside at his friend.
“What if I need to keep her?” Caleb asked.
“Then you need to understand you’re going to be putting her in danger. If you can accept that, then fine. I’m not going to say anything else. Step the fuck back from the car.” Henry pulled away from the curb before Caleb moved away. He watched his friend go, then headed toward his apartment within the center of the city.
He kept his hands into fists, waiting for the moment someone tried to take him on. No one approached him. Slamming into his apartment block, he ignored the doorman and took the stairs toward his place.
Once inside, he went straight for the beer in the fridge. Uncapping the lid, he returned to stare out of the city life. Donna had left, and he’d not even tried to catch up with her. She was right. He hadn’t respected her nor cared if she got pregnant. There were women who’d tried to get him take them without a condom, but he wouldn’t sleep with those kinds of women.
How did he manage to get from one extreme to another? Some women would go out of their way to make him knock them up, yet Donna lost her shit over it.
Rubbing at his eyes, he tried to push all memory of her out of his mind. He couldn’t. The few times they’d fucked she’d left a lingering mark on his soul. The tightness of her pussy, the sweetness of her touch would invade his thoughts when he least expected it.
Finishing off his first beer, he uncapped the second.
By the end of the night he knew he didn’t have a choice. Tomorrow he needed to see her before he lost his shit and got either himself or Henry killed.#p#分页标题#e#
Collapsing onto the sofa, drunk, Caleb passed out.
The following morning, he woke up to the mess of the empty beer bottles around his apartment and a bad taste in his mouth. Stumbling into his bathroom, he stared at his bloodshot eyes and bad hair.
Stepping into the shower, he didn’t wait for the water to warm up. The freezing cold would help to wake him up.
His mouth tasted like shit. After brushing his teeth three times and staying under the freezing cold water for half an hour, he climbed out and got dressed. His door was ringing. With a towel wrapped around his waist he opened the door to Henry.
“Is it okay to come in, or are you going to hit me again?” Henry asked, sporting a black eye.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse for what I did.” He opened the door wider to let his friend inside.
“We got the delivery today. Have you thought about what I said?”
“I’m going to go and see her. I can’t leave this alone.” Caleb rubbed a hand down his face, blowing out a breath.
“Are you sure you don’t just need another pussy to lose yourself in?” Henry asked.
“No other woman appeals to me. I’d have done it days ago if it would have worked.” He started picking the bottles up.
“She’s going to get us killed, Caleb.”
Caleb shook his head. “She’s not. Donna, she’s different, man.”
“That’s the problem. She doesn’t know this life. Cops sniffing around trying to make a name for themselves will go to her. You’ve got to let her know not to talk.” Henry took a seat, pushing the bottles off his sofa.
“Let’s take this one step at a time. You could help me,” he said.
“Why would I help you? This is your mess. I didn’t do anything.” Henry leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. “You’ve got to love this life.”
Rolling his eyes, Caleb picked up the bottles then walked into his bedroom and put on some clothes.
By the time he made his way back to the main sitting room, Henry had passed out on his sofa.
Deciding to leave Henry where he was, he grabbed his jacket and headed out.
Leaving his car in the parking lot, he took the time to walk.
Walking helped to clear his head and also gave him the time to brush off the drink. He stopped in a bakery to grab a coffee and a sandwich. When he got to the jewelry store, he was feeling revitalized and ready to face battle. It was after ten in the morning, and already the city was alive with activity.
Stepping up to the door he saw Lydia and Donna were inside.
His woman was at one of the glass cabinets in the corner away from the window with a chart in her hand. Her blonde hair was tied at the back, and her jacket was off showing off the white shirt and black skirt she wore. The uniform highlighted her fuller figure.