Thirty-Five
AS ADRIANA RAN out of the bar, I attempted to follow her when that f**k-nut, Stone, got in my way.
“Leave her be,” he said.
“Why don’t you mind your own f*****g business?” I said, glaring at him.
He clenched his jaw. “She doesn’t want to see you anymore.”
“Then she can tell me that. Not you.”
“Enough,” said Jenna, getting between us. She turned to me. “Go find her. From the look in her eyes, really wants you to.”
It certainly didn’t look that way to me. But I knew women were complicated and I trusted Jenna’s judgment.
I turned around and raced out of the bar, ready to pummel Stone if he tried stopping me. When I reached the parking lot, it was dark, but I could see Adriana running across the street to the other parking lot. Swearing, I ran after her.
“Adriana!’ I holle
