Page 116 of Sweet Shots

“I’m fucking great,” I say, huffing out a breath and leaning back. I turn my head to face him, and he looks concerned again. “All this time, I’ve been a fucking mess. All these years I’ve let that fucking woman”—I point in the direction of her trailer—“ruin my fucking life over how she treated me as a kid, and she doesn’t even know who I am. Bet she doesn’t even know she has a son! Yet my life fucking revolves around her? How fucked up is that?”

Zach nods warily. “Yeah, pretty fucked up.” He gives a little laugh. “But really, you okay?” He gestures to me. “This isn’t normal.”

“I’m good. Really. In fact, I’m packing my shit and leaving.”

Zach gasps. “Seriously?” He jumps up when I do, following me into his bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious.”

And I am. Two hours later, Zach is driving me to a car rental place so I can get back home.

Three hours later, I’m turning down my street. I nearly crash right into my mailbox when I notice theFor Salesign in Dominic’s yard is gone, and a car that isn’t his is sitting in the driveway.

Chapter Forty

Dominic

I pause on my porch, trash bag in hand, when I spot an unfamiliar car in Mikah’s driveway. A million thoughts run through my head, but new boyfriend is the one that has me seeing red.

Carefully moving down the steps, my eyes laser-focused on his house, I go to my bins and toss the bag in, then move to the fence and rest my hands on it. That isn’t Zach’s car. I saw that the day he showed up, so it’s not like his best friend gave him a ride home and stayed for dinner.

No one is in the car and it isn’t on, so not a delivery service or Uber or anything like that. Narrowing my eyes, I look over the car, then bring my gaze back to his house.

Is he in there fucking someone right now? I’ll kill them. Not them as in both of them, but them as in the guy he’s fucking. I’ll gut him, right there in the house, and let Captain Fluffy Paws lick up the mess.

Fuck this.

I move down my driveway and turn around the fence, moving to the car. I press my hand to the hood, noting it’s cool, meaning it’s been off for a while. Glancing back at the house, all I can picture is Mikah with someone, and it’s blinding me with rage. So, I do the only rational thing I can do and storm up the stairs and barge into Mikah’s house.

Captain Fluffy Paws, who was sleeping on the couch, jumps up and scurries away, growling and hissing as he goes. I slam the door and move deeper into the house, and when I hear noise coming from upstairs, my blood runs cold.

What a way to tell me this is over.

With a shake of my head, I hurry up the steps and storm into Mikah’s room, because I have no damn self-control. I’m fueled by anger and jealousy, nothing more.

“You couldn’t even call me and—”

Mikah looks at me over his shoulder, staring at me like a deer in headlights, bent over a suitcase that’s opened and stuffed with clothes.

“Dominic?” Mikah gets to his feet, turning to face me. “What are you… What—”

“You’re alone,” I blurt out as I look around. I step deeper into the room, closing the door halfway to check behind it, then glance in the closet.

“Yeah?”

He blinks a few times, looking from me to the door, then back to me.

“Who’s car is in the driveway?” I ask pointedly.

“Mine?”

“The one behind yours,” I grit out. There could be someone hiding in the house. Downstairs or in the bathroom…

Mikah raises a brow, getting to his feet.

“It’s a rental. I just got back from Zach’s. Why are you here?”

A rental… He got back from Zach’s…

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