Chapter Eighty Nine
Emory's POV
"Can we talk outside?" I asked Gilbert right before he exited my pack's living room. I didn't miss how many heads shot up to look at me from my declaration. It had been months since I'd been trying to figure out how to do this on my own. It had been months since I'd been wanting to ask Gilbert what the real deal with that son of a b***h was. It had been months since I wanted to show how grateful I was to him for fighting in the background for me while I hated him up front.
"Sure" he replied keeping his reply brief. I didn't miss how he kept his face in a tight frown. I nodded and walked in front of him until I was standing in front of his car. Turning, I cleaned my sweaty palm on the fabric of my jean shot and looked at him nervously unsure of how to beg
