27
Ryker
I stayed away out of uneasiness that crept over me for hours after finally slitting Griffey’s throat. No guilt over ending the fucker’s life, but fear over the fact I knew Pia wouldn’t approve, wouldn’t understand my need to end him. I didn’t doubt she would figure it out.
From the first news alert of his disappearance, I worried. Acid ate at my stomach, and I didn’t have the balls to return Pia’s calls. For almost the entire week, I’d been tempted to drink whiskey like water, but thoughts of how my father’s downward spiral started kept me from even starting.
I might be a murderer, but I refused to be a man without control.
By Friday night, I couldn’t f*****g deal any more. I needed to hear her voice, needed to talk to her, see her, hell, I even felt the need to touch her—bey
