Page 37 of Fiend

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“Right,” I murmur, falling asleep.

Twelve

Autumn

Autumn ~ Are you okay?

“Fuck!”

Oh fuck!

I was supposed to see him last night. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve seen him.

I’m so damn worried.

He didn’t call me.

Didn’t text me.

And hasn’t responded.

Where the hell is he?

Is he ghosting me?

Fiend always, always responds to my messages.

This pisses me off.

Did I completely misjudge him?

Is he just like all the motherfuckers!

I stare at my cell, waiting for his text.

I was going to tell him last night, but what the fuck am I going to do now?

I push off my bed, walk to the bathroom, and throw up. I sit back against the wall, closing my eyes.

This is not fun.

I want Fiend here with me.

It’s his baby.

I push off the floor and take off my clothes. I turn on the shower, step inside, and soap up.

I grab my crossbody purse because I have to be ready to leave if Fiend calls. I walk out of my room, down the hallway to the main clubhouse. I stop at the entrance, I look around the main clubhouse, and thank fuck the club whores are still sleeping. I damn clubhouse stinks, beer, and fucking sex. I cover my mouth and nose, trying to stop the nausea. Some Brothers are still playing pool and drinking.

Okay, I have to do this.

War and Poison are sitting at the bar talking. I slide onto the barstool next to War, leaning my arm on the counter, crossing my legs. I start swinging my leg, trying to control my nerves.

I look at Spook, the prospect who’s attending the bar tonight.

He walks over, lifting his chin, and rests his hands on the counter behind the bar.

“What can I get you, Princess,” Spook asks, looking at me.

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