Chapter 24
LAWSON Park my truck on the side of the driveway. Mostly because I don’t want Syn throwing a fit that I blocked her in. I slam my hands on the steering wheel, wondering where the f**k she went. Congratulating myself on screwing her over; at this rate, I’ll be sharing a cell with my dad. Giving no f***s about anybody. My keys swirl in the dish by the door as I slam it behind me. Jeans are heavy and stuck too tight to my legs. I worry my balls are bruised. “Angel, I’m home.” “Hi, honey. Why don’t you come in here and talk to me for a minute?” Angel sounds eager, and her voice is higher than usual. Avoid her happy mood, so you don’t destroy the joyous day. “Gotta shower, be up in a bit.” The basement door closes before I hear her response. I’m sure she has one; she always does.
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