Zero
A man on his knees
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THE BOTTLES RATTLE as the fridge door slams shut with more force than I intended.
But f*****g hell, what the f**k did I do in my previous life to get such a f*****g s**t run with women.
I pop the cap and take a long swig of the hop in my hand.
My head drops onto the fridge door, the bottle dangles from my fingers as I think of how f****d this day is.
“Zero.”
Closing my eyes, I try f*****g hard to control my anger and not lose my s**t on the woman standing by the kitchen door calling my name.
Quinn is not the person I need to be here right now.
“Not now,” I tell her and it comes as a plea, only it isn't heard, and I know this when I hear her shoes move closer to me.
She touches my shoulder and I straighten from my position by the fridge and take a
