Holding by Kristine Allen

Author:Kristine Allen [Allen, Kristine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Iced Series
Publisher: Kristine Allen
Published: 2022-06-14T18:30:00+00:00

“Can’t Forget You”—My Darkest Days

Against my better judgement, I’d brought Zena to hang out at the little bar we frequented after home games, The Iron Dog. I’d felt bad about her sitting at home alone all the time.

Alex’s brother and his club were there, and I kept getting dirty looks from a guy named Black and Alex’s brother, Cooper, or Truth as his club called him. But they had nothing on the glares I got anytime I made eye contact with one guy’s ol’ lady. Though she looked familiar, probably from the club parties, I didn’t know the chick. It was incredibly obvious she didn’t like me.

“Bro, did I do something to piss off your brother and his club?” I finally asked Alex when most of the Demented Sons got up to play a game of darts. Mikko had gone with them.

He ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair and sighed before he cast a quick glance their way then at his wife, Sydney. She gave a slight nod, then gave me an apologetic, tight smile.

“So, I guess that girl you were hooking up with?” He paused, and I sat up straighter and leaned in. We both glanced around to make sure Zena wasn’t returning from the bar where she’d gone to talk to some guy she recognized from modeling. Head thrown back in laughter, she was still there.

“Yeah?” I asked, not giving two shits that she might be flirting with the dude.

“She’s best friends with Black’s ol’ lady and works with Styx,” he mumbled. That had to be the evil eye chick. “They also don’t like that Zena’s bitch ass is with you.”

“I didn’t bring her because we’re dating or I took her back. I just felt bad for her.” I huffed a sigh and ran a hand over my mouth.

“You said ‘also.’ What else is there? Is she… is she okay?” I asked, hating that I sounded like a sap begging for a scrap of information about the woman. The way my heart immediately leaped at the thought of Blair only confirmed how hung up I was over her. They hadn’t even said her name and I was like Beaker when he saw me pull out the treat jar. Fucking hell, I was practically salivating.

“I don’t think so.”

At his words, my heart stopped, then kicked in again at a frantic pace. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“They won’t say. Maybe you should call her,” he offered with a concerned furrowed brow. Not knowing if she was hurt or sick or in trouble had my insides knotting and bile rose in my throat.

Except I knew I couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough. If I heard her voice, I’d need to see her. If I saw her, I’d want to touch her. If I touched her, it was over.

Because I was fucking miserable.

I missed her so much I couldn’t focus. My game had gone to absolute shit. I was grouchy and pretty much a dick to everyone around me.

A soft hand curled around the back of my neck, and I winced, knowing it was Zena.

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