Текст книги "Royal Savage"
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Mark shrugs. “I’m trusting him to take care of her. I’ve known Royal for almost two years now. Doesn’t mean that I won’t be creeping around a damn corner ready to arrest him if he fucks up my trust.”
“So you haven’t arrested him yet?” Madison asks with wide eyes, pushing for an answer.
“Only once,” Mark says stiffly. He sits up and takes the apron off. “Follow me outside real quick.”
“Alright,” I say nervously. I turn around to look at Ellie. “I’m going outside for a minute.”
“All good,” Ellie says while playing on her phone.
I follow Mark outside to stand by his car. “What do you know about Royal and his past?”
I get a bit choked up just thinking about what I’ve learned about him. “I know about him losing his pregnant fiancé. Is that what you’re asking?”
Mark looks up from his phone that starts going off. “Is that all you know? He hasn’t told you how?”
I shake my head. “No, I haven’t asked. I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.”
He holds up his finger and huffs as his phone goes off again. “Give me a sec.”
I watch him as he walks away and takes his call. He returns a few minutes later with a look that tells me he isn’t happy.
“Look. We need to talk later tonight. I’ll come by your house when I get off work.”
“Okay,” I say confused. “What is going on? Is there something that I should know?”
Mark opens the door to his car and gets ready to get inside. “Yeah. I definitely think you need to know this. I don’t have time to explain right now. I hate to tell you this way and I’m sorry, but I can’t hold it in. His fiancé was raped and murdered. You need to know the whole story, and if Royal isn’t going to tell you I am. I’ve given him time.” He pauses and looks down, frustrated. “Gotta go. Be home later and I’ll swing by.”
Before I can stop him, he jumps into his car and slams the door shut behind him.
I stand here and watch him drive off as the information slowly starts to sink in and I piece the puzzle together.
My breath escapes me and I feel sick to my stomach at how stupid I was to not put this together when Blaine told me about his sister the other day.
“Holy fuck. No . . .” I cry.
I cover my mouth as the tears come pouring down. Gagging, I fall to my knees with my hands on the pavement as I empty my stomach in front of me, while fighting to catch my breath.
Royal killed those three men after they murdered Olivia: Blaine’s sister.
SITTING HERE, MY THROAT FUCKING burns from the pain and hate that is building up inside of me and eating at me as I sit here in this darkened room, looking around me.
I should be holding my baby girl in my arms, loving her and giving her everything that her tiny heart desires. Anything that girl would’ve asked for would’ve been hers. I’d give her the world just to know that my baby was happy and well.
I should be able to see her tiny fingers and toes, and be able to smell her soft little baby hair as I hold her close to my chest and remind her over and over that nothing in this world will harm her as long as her daddy is here.
God, it fucking hurts so bad to know she’ll never have that.
Everything is so different than what I expected it to be when I first found out the news of Olivia’s pregnancy. I thought I had life figured out; that we would live happily in our big home, have the guys over for dinner and watch games on the TV while Hadley laughed and played with her uncles.
None of that is my reality. None of that will ever happen. Fucking ever. She’ll never have the love and security that she deserves and I’ll never forget how I’ve failed her and Olivia.
I’m royally fucked up. My head is fucked up. My past is fucked up. My future is fucked up. Nothing about me is what Avalon wants or needs in her life, yet I’m slowly letting her break me down and force her way into my heart.
My memories and loss of the past will always fucking consume me; therefore, fueling the monster that I’ve become and making it impossible for me to love her the way that she deserves. It will always lead me back to this room full of baby stuff that will never get touched.
This is my fucking life.
Screaming out, I clutch the half bottle of whiskey in my hand and toss it at the wall. The bottle shatters into sharp pieces that land at the foot of the wooden crib I put together just days before Olivia died.
I numbly watch with tears stinging the back of my eyes as the amber liquid spreads across the floor, running to my feet and wetting my boots.
Leaning my head back, I squeeze the gun in my hand and let my eyes close as my whole chest begins to burn. I can barely fucking breathe right now and I’m not sure if I even deserve to.
“Whoa! What the fuck!” Blaine yells from the open door. “Put that shit down.”
I sit up and open my eyes to look at Blaine. “Relax. I’m not going to shoot myself. Fuck, I’m not that fucked up. Not yet at least.”
“Good. Now get the fuck up!” Blaine says in a rush, while painfully looking around the room. “I’ve been looking for you for over a fucking hour and have been calling your ass nonstop. We’ve got to go. Now.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a cigarette. This motherfucker has bad timing. Always. “My phone died. It’s downstairs on the damn charger. What the fuck do you want? I’m busy drowning in my fucking sorrows.” I motion around the room with one hand, while placing the smoke between my lips. “Can’t you see?”
Blaine’s jaw clenches as his eyes meet mine. He looks extremely pissed and anxious. “It’s Brian, dickweed.” My heart fucking stops at the mention of that name, and suddenly I’m done drowning in my sorrows. “Cole said he spotted him an hour ago over at Happy’s Lounge. Cole is there now, keeping his eye out for him to leave. We need to be prepared before he fucking skips town again.”
“Fucking shit!” With my head spinning, I jump to my feet and rush past Blaine. “I need to call Jax.”
“We don’t have time for that shit,” Blaine points out. “What the hell.” He grabs at my arm in an attempt to stop me from going downstairs for my phone. “That’s not important, dammit!”
I turn back and growl at him, before pushing past him. “The fuck it isn’t. Avalon, man. Fucking Avalon.”
His face changes, finally understanding what the hell I need my phone for. If this shit is going down, I need Avalon in the safest hands I can get her in. I don’t trust anything not to happen to her.
Yanking my phone off the charger, I run up the stairs, while giving Jax’s phone a call. He picks up on the second ring.
“I need you to get to Avalon’s work and pick her up. Take her away for the night. Got it.”
“Oh fuck,” he says, fully aware of what’s about to go down. “What time can she get off?”
I pull my phone away and glance down at the time. “A little over an hour, but I don’t give a shit. Make her leave now.”
“On it. You just take care of what needs to be done.”
“Plan to.”
Rushing outside, I slam the door behind me and jump into Blaine’s truck.
He offers me a quick glance, before pulling off and heading for Happy’s.
I look down at my phone in my hand and take a second to look through my phone to see four missed calls from Avalon.
“Shit,” I mutter, while calling her back. I don’t like that one bit. She’s never called me. Ever.
Avalon picks up on the first ring. “Royal? I’ve been looking for you. We need to–”
“I need you to go with Jax,” I blurt out, cutting her off. “Don’t ask any questions. Just get on his bike and leave when he picks you up.”
“Royal. What is going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asks in a panic. “Tell me where you are. Please. I need to see you.”
I shake my head. “No. You can’t. Not for a while. I just need you to go with Jax.”
“I know,” she blurts out. “I know what happened to those men that murdered Olivia and it doesn’t matter to me. You didn’t do anything wrong. Please just see me. I need to see you. Royal. Royal.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Just fucking go with Jax. That’s all I’m asking you. Trust me. Please promise me you’ll go with Jax.”
She’s silent for a few seconds and it almost sounds as if she’s crying. “Dammit, Royal. I promise.”
“Thank you.”
Before I let myself get too wrapped up in Avalon, I hang up the phone and look over at Blaine. “Let’s do this, Brother.”
Blaine grips my shoulder and turns back to the road.
Now all there is to do is wait . . .
I FEEL COMPLTELY SICK TO my stomach as I gather my belongings in a hurry.
I have no clue what is going on or why Royal asked me to leave with Jax when he gets here, but my gut is telling me to listen to him and hope that nothing is going to happen to him.
“Ellie, I need you to close up for me tonight. I’m suddenly not feeling well. Can you do that?”
She looks away from her customer and nods her head at me. “Yeah, I can take care of it tonight. Go home and get some rest.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
I open the door when I see a set of headlights outside, thinking that maybe Jax drives a car that I don’t know about.
Slowly walking closer, I finally see that it’s Colton’s car.
“What the hell?”
Gripping my purse, I walk up to the driver’s side window and lean my arm over the top of the glass. “What do you want, Colton?”
His eyes look pained as he looks my face over, stopping when his eyes land on my lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you so damn much, babe.”
“Now is not the time for this,” I say softly. “Please don’t do this right now.”
He reaches out the window and grabs my hand. “Will you give me two minutes? Please. I just need to talk to you and find some kind of closure. That’s all I’m asking.”
Sucking in a frustrated breath, I look around me to see if Jax is anywhere. The small parking lot is empty besides who’s inside the building. “Fine, Colton. You get two minutes.”
I hear the sound of his doors unlocking as I walk around to the passenger side and jump inside.
He smiles weakly and places his hand over mine. “You look beautiful.”
“Let’s just talk about what you came here to talk about. Got it?” I yank my hand away. “Okay?”
“Yeah, alright.”
He shifts the car into drive and slowly starts driving through the parking lot.
“Colton,” I warn him. “I didn’t say I would go anywhere with you. I said we could talk.”
“It’s fine,” he says, while pulling out into traffic. “We’re just going around the block. Sitting here is making me nervous. The last thing I need is for Royal to show up.”
“Dammit, Colton. Just hurry so you can drop me off.”
“Don’t you miss us?” He questions, while glancing over at me. “Do you think about us and what he had at all?”
I shake my head and answer him honestly. I won’t lie to make him feel better. That’s not me. “No. I don’t think about you, Colton. We didn’t belong together. I don’t understand why you think we do.”
“We were good together,” he snaps. “I gave you six fucking months and you just walk away for my brother.” He punches the steering wheel, before fighting to catch his cool. “Sorry.”
“Colton. Pull back into my work now,” I demand. “I don’t like this.” I reach for the door handle when he goes right past the entrance of the parking lot. “Let me the fuck out.”
“Not yet, Marie.” He grips my hand and holds it away from the door, while swerving through traffic. “We’re not done talking. Just give me time.”
“Yes the fuck we are!” I yell, while trying to break my hands free. “Now stop the fucking car. Stop right now. Stop!”
“I said no. Fuck! Please just look at me. You have no idea how messed up this is for me. It’s keeping me up at night.”
My hearts starts racing and I begin screaming at the top of my lungs, and trying to roll down the window, when I hear the sound of a motorcycle close by.
Colton quickly locks the window, making my stomach knot up with anxiety. “Stop screaming. Shit, woman.”
“Jax!” I take my free hand and slap at the window. “Jax!” I turn back toward Colton when I realize I’m getting nowhere with my pointless screaming and that the man on the motorcycle isn’t even him. “Pull the fuck over and let me out. Now!”
My head slams into the side window as Colton quickly makes a right turn when the car in front of him suddenly slows down. He knows damn well that if I get the chance I will jump the fuck out of this moving car. He’s smarter than to slow down.
Cussing, I push and punch at his side as he continues to speed up and ignore me.
“Sit the fuck still. What is your problem? You’re scared of me now? Huh?” He grabs my arm and pushes me away. “You’re not afraid of a fucking murderer, but you’re afraid of me. How the fuck does that makes any sense to you? It doesn’t! Open your pretty little eyes.”
“Fuck you!” In a panic, I grab at the steering wheel. “Don’t you fucking talk about him like that. I love him, asshole. Not you. Fucking him! Now stop the car!”
“Let go!” He reaches his hand out and slaps me hard across the face, sending me flying back into my seat. “Oh shit. Fuck! Look what you made me do,” he yells as I cover my face and back away from him as far as I can.
“Asshole!”
Colton reaches out and grabs at my face once he realizes that my lip is bleeding, but I push his hand away, not wanting him anywhere near me. “Stop the car,” I demand. “I don’t want to be with you. I love your brother and I don’t care what you say or think. I’m in love with him. Hit me all you want, but that won’t change. I promise you that.”
Colton grips the steering wheel and slams his head into the back of his seat. “Shit! What the fuck am I doing?”
He turns to me, and attempts to grab my face again. “I didn’t mean to hit you. Avalon, I’m sorry.”
“Just watch the road,” I yell. “Get me back to my work. Now. I’ll get Jax on the phone so fucking fast–”
Colton suddenly slams on the brakes, sending me flying forward, hitting my head so hard on the window that tears instantly sting my eyes as I reach out and cradle my head in my shaking hands.
I lean back and look out the window to see a silver truck blocking us.
Before I know it, my door is ripped open and Jax is reaching inside to pull me out to my feet. “Shit! Are you okay?” He quickly looks me over, before running his thumb over the bump on my forehead. “Get in my truck and lock the door. I’ll be right there.”
Holding my head, I walk around Jax and hurriedly jump into his truck, locking the door as I watch to see what Jax is going to do.
All I can make out is Jax leaning halfway inside of Colton’s car and grabbing at Colton.
I jerk back in shock when I hear the car horn sound, scaring the shit out of me. Colton’s face must be making a new friend. It goes off three more times, before Jax makes his way over to his truck, mumbling and gripping at his hair. He looks completely heated and ready to kill someone.
Happy to see him returning so quickly, I unlock the door and watch as he jumps inside. “Damn, Avalon. I was scared as shit when I showed up at your work to find you gone.” He grips the steering wheel and takes a deep breath, before leaning over and checking on my head again. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but I needed to stop Colton. I need you with me. Let me look at it.” He leans in closer and examines it. “I should’ve told you to look out for my truck.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, while covering my head in my hands and closing my eyes. “I just need to rest. You drive and I’ll rest my eyes.”
“Nah, fuck that. I’m not risking anything. That bump looks pretty bad. It’s bleeding too. Royal won’t hesitate to kill my ass if something happens to you. Trust me.” He quickly pulls off, being careful to avoid oncoming traffic. “I’m taking you to the hospital. I’ll let Royal know where we’re at.”
“I guess I have no choice,” I mumble.
We drive for about thirty minutes before we pull up at a hospital one town over. I have no idea what is going on right now, but this is really making me nervous. I need to know what is going down tonight.
“Jax.” I lean up and grab his arm. “Tell me what the fuck is going on. Please.”
Jax parks his truck and shakes his head. “I can’t. Don’t ask me again because you will get the same response. All I can tell you is that Royal has everything handled.”
“Jax–”
“Don’t worry about Royal. Got it,” he snaps. He grips the steering wheel and I can tell that he’s just about as worried as I am. “I’ll text him once I get you inside and taken care of. Now let’s go.”
I wait inside the truck as Jax jumps out and walks over to help me out. The thought of anything happening to Royal has me fighting for air. “You better not fucking lie to me, Jax.” I try to fight back my tears, as I look him in the eyes. “I can’t lose him.”
Jax closes the door behind me and rubs his thumb over my chin. “You won’t,” he says with more confidence this time. “Everything will be fine. He can’t lose you. So let’s get you the fuck inside.”
When my head begins to spin, I grip onto Jax’s arm to keep my balance, as he walks me through the parking lot and toward the building.
As soon as I get checked in, you better believe that I’ll be calling to check on Royal. I don’t care if Jax tells me otherwise.
Nothing can happen to him. I don’t know what I would do . . .
WE’VE BEEN WAITING IN BLAINE’S truck for an hour now and my patience is really fucking starting to run thin. Any second now I’m going to lose my shit and drag him out of the bar my damn self.
“Any word from Cole yet?” I ask stiffly, while staring at the rain through the window.
Blaine shakes his head. “Nah, not yet.” He looks up from twirling his phone. “You still want to do this, man? His death is going be another weight on your shoulders that will never fucking go away. I’m not sure if you can come back from this.” He pauses for a second and reaches for a cigarette. “I can do it and you can go about living your life and move on with Avalon. You two could have a life together. She’s good for you.”
“It’s not that fucking simple,” I grind out. “He took my family from me. There’s already no way to move on from that. Having that fucker pay is just a small step closer to the relief that I will never fully get. I’m fucked up, Blaine. You know that shit. Too fucked up already to care.”
“He took my family from me too, brother,” he points out. “I know how much that shit hurts. I know how it fucking eats at you, making you feel empty inside and full of rage. I’ve been here through it all, and it kills me every fucking day.”
I swallow hard and look over at him. I can see the pain swallowing him whole, just as much as it is me. It only gives me more reason to kill that fucking cunt: for all of us. “I know, man. I’m sorry.” I grip his shoulder and squeeze it. “You’re my brother, Blaine. You don’t need this shit on your hands. Got it? This is on me to do. It always has been.”
He shakes his head and grips the steering wheel. “Fuck! This shit . . . It’s so fucked up.” His eyes widen as his phone goes off in his lap. He reads the message and then turns to me, his amber eyes dark with rage. “This couldn’t be anymore fucking perfect.” He throws his phone down and starts his truck. “Cole overheard dumb-fuck say that he’s headed to that old warehouse off Twentieth and Teasdale to pick up a drop. No one in their right mind goes over that way after dark. Looks like the devil is on our side tonight.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and anxiously run a hand through my sweaty hair as he takes off in the direction of the warehouse.
This is the fucking moment I’ve waited almost two years for. It’s happening, and I can finally find peace knowing that Brian is rotting in the fucking ground. Right where his wrong doings put Olivia and my unborn child. He’s going to feel my wrath tonight and understand the pain he’s brought to my family.
When we reach the warehouse, Blaine turns off his headlights and parks in the alley out of sight. It’s hard to see through the rain, but there are two vehicles parked out back and three men standing around talking. One of those fuckers is Brian. I’ve only ever seen him in a photo, but as soon as my eyes seek out his tattooed face in the small lighting and crooked ass nose, I know that it’s him. My heart will never let me forget that fucker’s face. It’s been haunting my dreams for far too long.
They talk for a few minutes, before the other two guys jump into a red car and pull off. Brian waits after they leave, and then jumps into his dump as their taillights disappear, turning on the light and just sitting there, most likely testing out his shit.
“Get out of the truck,” I demand, keeping my eyes straight ahead.
“What? Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. I’ll buy you a new one. Now out.”
Blaine shakes his head, but doesn’t say another word as he jumps out of his truck and softly closes the door behind him, being careful not to alarm Brian.
I crack my neck, start the engine, and slam on the fucking gas, driving right into the side of Brian’s car.
The impact causes me to slam my head into the windshield, but with my adrenaline pumping I don’t feel shit. I shake it off and focus on what I came here to do, to finish this.
Kicking the door open as hard as I can, I jump out of the truck and rush over to Brian’s side of the car. “You fucking piece of shit.” I punch my fist through his window, watching him jump back and cover his face as the glass shatters around him.
“What the fuck!” He screams. “Take my shit. You can have it. Please.”
I reach through the broken window and grab him by his hair, slamming the side of his head into what’s left of the window. Then I pull his head up so that he can look into my eyes. “I’m here to take much more than that.”
With both hands, I yank him out through the window and throw him down onto the ground, before yanking him up to his knees.
I lean in close to his face as he grabs at his wounded flesh, trying to stop the blood from his cuts. “You took everything from me!”
“Royal,” he stammers.
I raise a brow and choke him up against the side of his car. “You were stupid for coming back here. You know that, right?” I squeeze his neck tighter and slam him against the car again. “Answer me!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He grips my arm with both hands. “I didn’t know he would come after you and your family. You have to believe that.”
Releasing his throat, I punch him across the face, causing him to fall over and grab at his busted mouth. “You think that shit matters to me? Huh!” I place my boot on his back and force him flat down on the gravel. “I lost my world that night. Those fuckers came into my home and raped and murdered my wife . . . and my child. They were fucking innocent. Do you know what I did to them when I walked in and had to watch that? I saw it with my own fucking eyes! Did you know that?”
He shakes his head and grips at the gravel, as if it’s going to somehow save him. He’s wrong. Nothing will now. “No. No. No,” he says quickly. “I didn’t know!”
With my boot on his back, I pull out my knife and kneel down close to his face. “Well, good thing you’re here so I can tell you then.”
I flip him over on his back and kneel over his shaking body, shivering from the cold rain and fear of what’s about to happen to him. “I shot them each in the dick.” I bring my knife down to his dick, putting pressure on it. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Then I shot them in the head.” I bring the knife up to the side of his skull and pierce the skin with the tip. “And I watched as they bled out.”
“Shit! No! Please,” he begs. “I have a baby girl. She’s almost two!”
My heart stops from his confession and my throat feels as if it’s closing up. I’m losing it. I’m fucking losing it.
“That’s why I did it. I needed money to get my wife out of here and somewhere safe. She was already nine months pregnant and I did what I had to do to get the money. It wasn’t safe here for my family.”
I lean my head back and shake it, letting the cold rain drip down my face. “Shut up!” I bring the knife down to his throat and slightly puncture the flesh, twisting it. “Don’t fucking talk! I don’t want to hear that shit.”
“Please! She’s sick and she needs her father. She has leukemia. Her name is–”
“Stop!” I quickly stand to my feet and kick him back over to his stomach, not wanting to hear another word from his mouth. I place my boot on the back of his head and shove it into the dirt, pissed as fuck about what I’ve just learned. “Fuck! What did I say? One more word and I’ll cut your fucking throat out!”
I drop to my knees and grip at my hair, before running a hand down my face. So much shit is running through my head that I can’t decide what to do next. This is not how the fuck I planned this.
“Please don’t kill me. I only came here to visit my mother and get some more money for my daughter’s treatments. She’s so sick,” he cries. “Please. Her mother can’t work. It’s only me.”
Guilt overwhelms me to the point of suffocation. I feel like ripping his fucking heart out the more he talks, but the thought of Hadley being here, sick and losing her father, eats at me, making me vulnerable and sick to my stomach. I would die for my family.
“I’m sorry! If I could take back what I did I would.” He crawls up to his knees and laces his hands together, begging me. “Please don’t take her father away from her. She’s just a little girl.”
“Fuck!” I scream out. “Shut the fuck up!”
We both look over as Blaine comes rushing over, soaking wet and out of breath. “Shit, man. I got a message from Jax. Some shit went down.”
Fear consumes me at the thought of anything bad happening to Avalon, and suddenly all I can think about is rushing to her. I can’t fucking let anyone hurt her. The thought has me quickly rising to my feet. “Fucking hell!”
My eyes land on Brian on his knees pleading. All I can see when I look at him is a man begging and doing anything in his power to provide for his child. I’d do the same thing.
Walking over to him, I take my knife and cut his shirt open, before placing the knife to his fast rising chest. “Never fucking forget the lives that were lost because of you. Every time you take off your shirt and look in the mirror, you will remember them. It will fucking haunt you like it does me.”
Grabbing his neck, I dig my knife into his flesh, causing him to close his eyes and scream out as I slowly carve an O on the left of his chest and then move over to carve an H onto the right side. It’s so deep that there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll be hurting for a while, before scar tissue forms making it permanent.
When I’m done, I stand back and look at his bleeding chest as the rain mixed with his tears runs down his grateful face. “If you do anything to fuck up that little girl’s life, I will come after you and I will fucking kill you. I will carve your fucking heart out and watch as your life slowly drains from your lifeless eyes. That is a promise.”
He nods his head and falls forward, gripping the ground as I walk away.
“Let’s go,” I say, while brushing past Blaine.
Blaine nods his head. “Give me one sec.”
I nod my head in understanding and jump into Blaine’s truck. Worried about Avalon, I power my phone back on. I turned it off to get rid of any distractions. I usually do that when I need to keep my head together.
When it finally turns on, multiple messages and missed calls pop up from Avalon, making my chest fucking hurt in fear. I feel like fucking exploding as I call her phone and it goes straight to voicemail.
Blaine hops in the truck, grabbing at his fist. I grab him by the shirt and shake him. “What the fuck did Jax say? Where is she?”
He releases a breath. “Your brother practically fucking kidnapped her. Jax got her out of the car, but she has a pretty bad bump on her head that is causing her some pain. They’re at the hospital about thirty minutes away from town.”
“Fucking bastard. He finally grew some fucking balls all of a sudden.” I quickly back away from Brian’s car and hit the road, with my hands shaking and my heart racing out of control.
All I can think about is getting to her and making sure that she’s safe in my arms; no one else’s.
My brother will be seeing my ass later . . .
MY BLOOD IS FUCKING BOILING the whole way to the hospital. Between thoughts of letting Brian live for the sake of a precious little girl and thoughts of choking my brother out, my mind has been consumed the whole thirty-minute drive.
That piece of shit will learn to never fuck with my girl again. He was lucky as shit to even get his chance with her when he did, but she’s over him now and has moved on with me. I have no problem with beating that info into his pretty little head.
“What floor is she on?”
I pull into the hospital and hurriedly search for an empty space to park. There’s so many damn parking spots here that it’s making me anxious. She could be anywhere in that fucking building.
Why in the fuck are there so many cars here?
