Bo
BoSon of a f*****g b***h!
fuckingI kick the side of the metal warehouse that houses Fight Club, my stomach stuck up under my ribs making it hard to breathe.
She left.
She f*****g took the money and my bike…and left.
and my bike…That b***h!
bitch!No, I don’t mean that.
Yes, I do.
Fuck!
I kick the building again, denting the metal and probably breaking a couple toes in the process. I can’t believe I just got played by Sloane McCormick. I mean, what the actual f**k?
I throw the door open and step back inside, blinking as my eyes adjust to the change in light. Winslow’s still at the bar.
Really, I can’t believe that fucker, either. The whole time he was kicking it down here in Tucson with the rest of the wolves banished from our pack. I should’ve known he’d be just fine. The pack
