…Lucas POV…
Endless agony.
That is what it feels like to be in my own presence.
It is the third day now that she has not been back at the club, and it is absolutely killing me still. I know I need to get my head together, but I simply do not want to do it.
WHAT THE f**k IS WRONG WITH ME?
This is a f*****g mess. My perfect mess.
Yes, Lucas Lucero’s heart is broken.
I have to see her.
So it is with the utmost determination that I can keep it together that I make my way to her home. With somewhat trembling hands, I softly knock on the door, yet it is Savanah that opens.
“Hey, Lucas.”
“Hey Savanah, is she here?”
“She has not been out her room for three days now. Please talk to her.”
With that I slowly walk over to her closed bedroom door. With one deep breath, I struggle to find my
