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Tomorrow, I’d have a drink before bed

Chapter 3

Tate

My new favorite place in all of Mayheuys were probably still sleeping fro at the clubhouse, the place was quiet I was alone to survey this thing I’d built witharound the deep red chairs, the shiny chro station Yep, this was all mine and no one could take it away

As I unpacked the alcohol pads and bandages, I thought about h soether, but soer and happier Never in ined that lovey-dovey shit would appeal to e and ankle biters

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Hell, before I’d gone to prison I was a playboy through and through There was a different girl, sometimes two, inproud of it But now, that shit felt like a waste of time and I couldn’t see why I was sure some headshrinker would tell me it had to do with a need to make shit count and not waste my time since so much of it had been stolen from me

Cross’s words had pissed et laid What red-bloodedcock wouldn’t want to bury hi cunt? But the Reckless Bitches weren’t doing it for o be a freak show at a bar or restaurant Teddy was interesting, but I couldn’t shit where I ate She was like family and that meant she was off limits

So, it was just me and my hand, like it had been for the past six years

And that thought et over the fucking anger It didn’t help shit and I worried that it e I needed to deal with it, but I couldn’t bring iven me the number of his doctor, but I wasn’t ready to bear h Not yet

The bell chi nanoseconds later as one of the Reckless Bitches sauntered in wearing a skintight mini-skirt and one of those bustier tops that showed off her leathery skin fro bed “Hey, Golden Boy,” she cooed, doing her best to sound like a woe

“What do you want, Sheena?”

“You,” she said, her gaze as straightforward as her words

I sighed and clenched ames State your business or leave”

She pouted and ca up on the balls of her feet in an attempt to nibble my ear, but I stepped back and she nearly fell “I’ you want”