Page 23 of Reckless
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I wake up the next morning needing to give this one more try. I knock on the office door and hear Pres’s voice. “Come in.”
When he sees me, he already knows why I'm here. "I need to talk to you about this whole thing."
"There isn't much to talk about, brother. Rules are fucking rules. I don't know how many times I need to do this with you. What you should be talking to me about is finding the assholes hitting our shipments. Not some pussy that's got your head all fucked up." He sits down behind the desk.
“It’s not what you think it is.” I sit down across from him. “I’ve been in love with that girl since high school. She’s only been with me since she walked in the damn door on her first night. She’s mine in every sense of the word except in the eyes of the club.”
"And that's the way it will always be."
I just look at him. “There has to be something else I can do. Someway to get around it. What would you do if it was you?”
His hands slam on the desk. “I wouldn’t have fucking gotten myself into this damn position. I’d have known the fucking rules from the start.” He stands up, “I’d be more concerned with the scum putting us all in fucking danger, especially since I need you to fucking find them!” his chest heaves from the anger flowing out of him. “Get the fuck out. Don’t bring this shit to me again.”
I stand up knowing anything else I say will fall on deaf ears and only get me in more shit than I already am. Walking to my room, I slam the door and throw my fist through the damn drywall. The pain doesn't bother me, at least I feel something which is more than I have since she walked away last night.
Sitting at my computer, I open up the internet and try to focus on finding the bastards making our life difficult while I try to forget the only girl I've ever loved.
