Bluebird by Stella James

Author:Stella James [James, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

Hours later, after I’ve managed to sleep through the pain in my chest and the throbbing in my body, I stare at my battered face in the bathroom mirror and assess the damage. I can’t get her out of my head. She cleaned the blood from my face and stuck a small bandage on the cut underneath my eye. Her hands were on me and I didn’t even know it. Probably for the best. If I would have been reminded just how soft her skin is, I don’t think I would have been strong enough to send her away. I lift my ripped shirt and pull it over my head, dark bruises mark my ribs and stomach. That mother fucker Santos is gonna pay for this shit. The cash was missing from my pocket too, almost two grand. Fucking coward piece of shit. I pull off my stained jeans and flip on the shower. I stand under the spray, not bothering to wait for it to warm up. I rest my palms against the slick tile wall in front of me. I don’t know how much time passes but the water goes from hot to cool again and I’m still stuck in my own damn head.

It’s for the best.

You can’t have her.

The truth is, I never thought I’d see her again. Not in this lifetime. My instinct was to push. To get her far away from me. But what if I was wrong? I push the thought away as quickly as it comes to me. I did the right thing.

I hear the front door slam shut and turn the water off. I grab a towel and head back out into the main room, seeing Trevor standing in front of the fridge.

“Don’t you knock?”

He turns to face me. “You look like shit,” he says.

“I feel like shit.”

“You kick out your company already?” he asks with a smirk.

“Mind your own fucking business,” I shoot back.

He pulls out a beer and pops off the top, taking a long sip. I throw some clothes on the bed and dress quickly while he stares at his phone. It’s Saturday and Zavier will expect both of us at the club tonight but I’ll be paying that fucker Santos a visit on the way. I want my fucking money and I plan on breaking his jaw. I nudge Trevor out of the way and grab my own beer. I take two more pain pills and wash them down.

“Let’s do this,” Trevor says, not bothering to ask where we’re headed. He knows. And he’ll have my back just like I’d have his.

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