Havoc
Lyla.
Gunner’s little sister. The one he bragged about.
The one he showed pictures of at Christmas. The one holding a biology textbook. “She is gonna be a doctor,” He would say, puffing out his chest. “She is the only good thing we got.”
And I had just bent her over a pool table and treated her like a two-dollar w***e.
I looked down at my hand. Fifty bucks. Maybe a hundred. I had paid the Sergeant-at-Arms’ sister for the privilege of ruining her.
Bile rose in my throat. I pushed away from the door, stumbling slightly.
The hallway felt like it was tilting.
I had to get out of here. I had to scrub my skin. I had to burn these clothes. I turned the corner toward the main bar and froze.
Gunner was there.
He was standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall, laughi
