This woman got her ass beat multiple times for me. A stranger. She let that man hurt her so that she wouldn’t drag me into the mess. Loyalty like that is rare, but I’m still pissed. I can forgive, just not easily.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” My tone is now one that is calm and collected.

“You don’t have to say anything. I needed to apologize to you. The trouble is gone. I’ll be going home soon. I wanted to face you and tell you why.”

Frisco steps up, pulling her against him, “Told you, babe, ain’t goin’ nowhere until the nightmares stop and you know you’re safe.”

He’s my dad’s age, she’s my age. Yet, seeing them together doesn’t seem awkward, rather it seems he’s exactly what she needs. Frisco’s wife left him years ago, saying he was never gonna grow up. He always took care of her, like the rock star situation. It wasn’t enough and when it came to club or love, Frisco wouldn’t walk away from the club. Do I want Amy Mitchell hangin’ around? No. But after feeling the fear of Delatorre being after me, I can understand the need to help her be secure once again. Frisco will make sure she feels safe and get her back on her feet.

“Water under the bridge. You stay outta my way, I’ll stay outta yours. You fuck over my club, I’ll cut a bitch. Know that.” I say before retreating to my dad’s office. Okay, so I probably wouldn’t cut her because I don’t have it in me, but she doesn’t know me well enough to know I’m bluffing.

Hearing the door open and close, I go back to my desk. Well, I guess if I can attempt to move past things and put up with Amy then I should face the situation with Tripp. Pulling my phone out, I type and this time I actually hit the send button.

Thinking of u. Take care Talon. <3 Doll

Deciding that waiting to see if he’ll respond would kill me, I turn my phone off. He’s moved on. Someone else is warming his bed. Hell, he may not recognize the number or given the way he left, he may not even respond.

Being on the road usually relaxes me. Not this time. I’ve made sure to stay gone as much as possible the last six almost seven weeks, since taking Doll home. It’s done nothing to help my mood or keep Lucy off my back. She calls daily. I ignore them. She leaves messages. I’ve contemplated changing my number, but this is the number Doll has. If she needs me, I made a promise to be there.

On the last run, I met a chick named Danielle. Her shoulder length black hair, her brown eyes, and her curves all reminded me she wasn’t Doll. She was pretty enough, she wanted me bad, but in the end she wasn’t Doll. I couldn’t do it, so ‘Dee’ and I parted ways almost as quickly as we began. So, it’s also been almost seven weeks since I’ve fucked. Although I’m not Rex, this has been a long fucking dry spell.